OIL Damnit

I know….I’ve not posted a picture of me and Jimmy Buffett on the panhandle at the beginning of April….yes I do have pictures of the master stopping the bud truck drivers….but since then the oil has poisoned the Gulf of Mexico….it is devastating to watch.  I hoped it was over days later, and now months later we all morn the Gulf.  When I went to France ballooning….the oil poured….I went to Hannah’s wedding on Cumberland Island, the oil poured…at least 10 times more than the fuckers admitted at first….ONE LOVE ONE OCEAN….I am going to visit the homeland of south Alabama very soon…..pray, stay tuned…go down and spend money.

Gary Downs didn’t know what he was about to encounter when Jimmy showed up at his Bud Truck. Funny how a regular day turns into something else quickly.

Cedar Key, Cumberland Island, Palm Beach…..2010 off to a good start!

Cedar Key is a tiny fishing village on the Gulf of Mexico….foreign tourists don’t miss this place when they come to Florida yet most Americans have never heard of it. I suggest you go there expecting that you will wonder why you’re there when you get there! Just poke around, eat some seafood, and learn the history. You will want to go back I’m pretty sure, and yet you still won’t know just why.

Cumberland Island once again lured me for New Years Eve. A pig roast at the barn with a wonderful array of people and great music is not a bad way to ring in the new year.

Palm Beach….the wealthy people that reide here over the winter appear immune to the recession ….it really was beautiful, and one friend was entertaining in the surf when he isn’t entertaining on tour!

A happy surfer…lookn for a shaker of salt.

Bobbo Air on Cedar Key tarmac

This is all there is, and plenty enough to enjoy! Cedar Key rocks.

Cumberland Island

Gogo lookn for bones

Pig Roasting on an open fire….

Ben and I and a couple of HdeM Galahad’s

Anxiety Calmed Once Again by Jimmy Buffett Concert

Grab some friends, drive down into the ghetto, park your car, wander around the circus, go back stage, say hello to friends, take a picture or two, drink a bit too much, listen to the show, go home and pass out after eating pizza.

Kyle, Sam, Mr. Margarita, Richie

Singing a Beatles Song “Yellow Submarine” instead of one of my favorites, like “Tin Cup”

New Years Key West

What ever is wrong with a trip to Key West? Not very much, especially when you get to do some fishing in between ‘Duval Crawl’s’. My friend JL is keeper of the Buffett empire along the old shrimp boat docks and was working hard to get the recording studio ready for the arrival of Jimmy and his new project, a performer from Africa. He let me inside to say hello to Jimmy, (see pic) who I’d not seen in quite some time. He had just flown in from St. Barts where he ‘had a blast’. He’s looking fit as ever in case you are wondering. I often hear, “Bobbo, you have the best life.” I figure it’s like this; first best gig going is Willard Scott, the next is Jimmy Buffett, and then ME!!

Fishing aboard the “Dos Locos” is interesting. The boat has one owner, three captains, no mate, no particular strategy, and a cooler full of Budweiser.

Brian was at his usual bartending gig at the Hogs Breath. Bubba the worlds greatest fisherman that acts like he doesn’t know how to bait a hook was recovering from the flu. Kerry and Diane hosted a New Years Day turnip and blackeyed pea buffet with fried chicken. Life is good down there, and I’m going back soon.