Being open-minded people (some would say that this results from all the holes in our heads), we here at the Malden Yacht Club Blog encourage the expression of all types of thoughts - even those we cannot actively promote. We also understand that there are at least two sides to a story, although in the MYC there are usually two dozen (none of them good), and with that in mind we are posting the following accounts of an incident that happened last Sunday. EVERYONE, PLEASE do NOT try this on your own …or for that matter with a bunch of other people, either. Now for the accounts of the Bad Idea Man and Bullwinkle: Continue reading ‘Bullwinkle with a Bad Idea is Never a Good Thing’ »

Doctor Who: “There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes.”

This year started, as most years tend to, on January 1st. Maybe it was a sign of things to come, or maybe it was strictly coincidental, but 2008 didn’t seem to be too interested in getting the ball rolling. The day dawned bleak and gray … no, folks, that’s really not true. The day never dawned at all. It just slowly dissolved from the black of night, to dark gray, and then to a shade of “not quite so dark” gray, as if it were fighting to stay safely within the confines of 2007. But no force has yet been discovered to halt the clock or the calendar … although members of the Malden Yacht Club believe that internal applications of beer will, if not slow these forces down, at least make their passage less noticeable … and the new day grew in the gray until the fact could no longer be ignored: 2008 had arrived. Continue reading ‘January 1 in Malden: Who needs the Rose Bowl?’ »

What should our BLOG look like? I’ll let Ol’ P. and others contribute the majority of the content, but I’d like to help with how all those words are displayed. Continue reading ‘Pleasing to the eye’ »

Dick Werthimer: “The purpose of life is to fight maturity.”

For more Januaries than I care to admit, I have launched the new year with great vigor. Each year, the same thing happens. With optimism abounding, I assure myself that the pattern I create on the symbolic first day of the year will be almost as permanent as if etched in stone. To prove my resolve, I arise far earlier than I have on any occasion during the past three months, and I trundle off to our cellar, startling skittish spiders when I trip over the cat’s overflowing litter box. A more introspective writer than the Ol’ Philosophizer might be willing to suggest that my temporary descent is in hope of inspiring an everlasting elevation, or my retreat to the dampest, darkest location in the house is an attempt to recreate a metaphorical “womb” convenient to a re-birth, but you won’t hear that kind of highbrow stuff from the Ol’ P. Heck, any “womb” as cold as my cellar would result in an early breakout by the chilled occupant, who would sport fingers and toes a brilliant shade of blue. The truth of the matter is that I head for the cellar because that is the only space in the house where Mrs. Ol’ P will let me keep my seldom used exercise equipment … although I’m sure you would agree that this paraphernalia would see much more usage if she would let me store it in a warm, well lit space, like our living room (feel free to send her your thoughts on the subject). Well, so much for my New Year’s resolution to reduce these pointless digressions I sometimes drift off on; that one didn’t even last a paragraph. Now where was I going with this? Continue reading ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR or Happy New Year?’ »