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Kip,
How are you and the CHIMES doing? I wish you a restful and reflective Christmas and a very prosperous New Year!

Hey Kip, how did Carl come to pass away? He wasn't that old.

Hi Kip, Sorry to hear about Carl. Yes, those were great times. Trying to get my youngest to go there now. My oldest, Robbie, is a sophomore at Kings Point right now.

You are correct about your rescue off the cliff in Somes Sound. But as I recall we got off that ledge before you had to really do anything daring. It was Jamie, Glover and I. Bobby found a backpack near where we were stuck. I think some other climbers must have had a similar experience and ditched it there. I still have a sweet rigging knife that was in the pack. I am not sure who had the idea to get us off, but there was this protruding rock, like a giant breast next to us and someone said all we had to do was grab onto it and swing to the other side! Obviously for Bobby that was no problem and the rest followed suit! It was a little unnerving though to see the tour boat below us and imagine that the guide was saying; "And if you look up there you can see three idiots stuck in the middle of of the cliff"!

Hey Kip! I did not realize you bought and saved the Chimes! Fantastic! She looks great from the picts on your site. Guess I need to get up to Rockland to see her. Ever bring her down towards NY?

Jon kannaka nacka, tur ri ay.... ha. Haven't hear that in a LONG time. I have to find where you posted that one.

Ahoy Kip,
Man it is GREAT to have you on the TB site! Have a Merry Christmas!
Bob

Oh Man!

I just laughed out loud when I read your encounter of the Ring-Dang-Do song. "What pray tell is a Ring-Dang-do? John Kannuka Nucka tur ri ay. It's soft and smooth and ...". That used to crack me up so when Cap sang that. I think it originated from a rugby song that Cap transposed into a sea chantey.

I remember now, that you implanted the term "dirt ball" into Cap's head. From then on, everyone was a dirt ball or dirt bag; certainly I was. The other term that he got from Tom Illingworth was, "he ain't wrapped too tight". There were never many dull moments aboard the schooner.

God, I’ll never forget the Booth Bay Wind Jammer’s Day event when Ted Brown and I followed the sound of bagpipes to McSeagul’s Bar where you, Cap, Brenner, Glover, and a house full of waitresses, were having a great time. Ted and I joined in and we had a parade all through the bar, over benches, over tables, through the evening till the bard closed. Then we continued with the parade outside. That group of waitresses followed the schooner like groupies for the rest of our duration in Maine (probably because Bob G-Lover informed them of our location). One time they showed up in Camden and Cap made a general announcement on the loud hailer that could be heard all over the harbor and otherwise peaceful Camden, “Carl, C-a-r-l, get back to the ship, NOW”.

Wow, that was different era. Thanks for bringing the memories back. Hey, the characters are still about, they are just more widely spread. I reconnected with quite a few through this site.

Best regards,
Jamie

Hey Kip,
As one of the TABOR BOY captains and as a full time tall ship captain and owner, it’s great to have you on the site. It’s been a lot of fun reconnecting with old shipmates and meeting some of the new ones. Also, it’s a frick’n blast reading everyone’s recount of their time aboard the schooner. It brings back a lot of old memories.

If you get a chance to post a few of the pictures from the ASTA event, I would appreciate it. Man, that was such a great “send off” for Cap. Good, bad, or ugly, he was a rare bird that I learned a lot from. I sure do miss him.

Glover and I have to get up to Maine and do a trip on the CHIMES. Every time I pick up a Maine quarter, I think of her.

Best regards and thanks for joining,
Jamie

Howdy Kip Files,

How are things down East? I see you're in the Kingfield area. Did much skiing up there back in my daze of no responibilities! How's the ol' slab? in the words of Cap G..

Regards,
Jon Lincoln
heg@ecpi.com