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Chatta…who what now?

Hey Team,

The last couple days have been a whirlwind of southern hospitality, baseball and inner tubes. Since being in Georgia for the first time ever I’ve already had peach cobbler with dinner twice (both made with California peaches), seen a Braves game and tubed down the Chattahooche River (Yep! Number one is a goner!).

An itinerary?!

I even got to try “sweet tea” for the first time. And let me just say, they need a better name for that stuff. Maybe ” sugar water” or “diabetes tea.” It tastes like the sugar took the tea out back and hit it over the head with a baseball bat before leaving it for dead.

Apparently I made some sort of face when I tasted it and my host, Robin, asked me if the sweet tea was too sweet, “Do you want to add some water to it?”

I thought to myself the whole point of sweet tea is that it’s sweet, right? It’s cheating to change the experience. That’s like a Spanish butcher asking if the bull testicles are too testicle-y and offering you a meatball instead.

The Braves game was intense, not nearly as intimate as Fenway but a totally different experience anyway. It was “fan More >

I hang glid (…hang glided…hang glode?)

Hey Team,

“So, all this talk about how cool hang gliding was and how incredible the folks at Highland Aerosports were…what’s the whole story?”

Wow, thanks for asking! I didn’t know you cared so much, Disembodied-Voice-of-the-Masses. Here it is!

I wandered into the pilots lounge at the airport shortly after my run in with the five-oh and met up with Jim, one of the instructors at Highland. The weather wasn’t great. Lots of cloud cover, and it was a slow day so I spent the first few hours talking with Jim and Sonny, one of the owners.

Both had left mundane jobs for the exciting (read: strange) life of hang gliding instructors and had some interesting stories to share…you know, I was going to tell you a few of their stories but I’m still kind of fresh off the hang gliding high and I’m having trouble focusing on other people’s lives right now. Suffice it to say they’re both awesome guys and hang gliding is SO FREAKIN’ INCREDIBLE!

Jim spent a few hours with me going over all the parts of a hang glider and how they work. We put one together and got it prepped for flight and then did some exercises on the ground More >

Click it and Ticket

Hey Team,

Yesterday got off to an inauspicious start. I was dropped off in a little town called Ridgley, Maryland. Apparently the police in Ridgley, MD “Don’t take kindly to people walking around airports with cameras.” Or so I was told…by the policeman who pulled over to tell me so.

“You know, people don’t take kindly to folks with cameras around airports.”

“Pardon me?”

“People don’t take kindly to folks with cameras around airports.”

I wanted to say, “I heard what you said. I just think it’s retarded. Why are you hassling me for walking down the road with a camera around my neck?” What I ACTUALLY said was, “Okay.” This didn’t appear to be an acceptable answer either.

“You’re making people jumpy.”

“Seriously? Someone called you to tell you I had a camera?”

He gave me that look that says, “I don’t like you, I don’t trust you, and furthermore I think you’re an idiot.” Then he said, VERY seriously, “I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t.”

“Wow. Okay.” What else was there to say? It didn’t feel appropriate to apologize for owning a camera.

“Where you off to?”

“The airport.”

“What’chu planning on doing there?”

“Hang gliding.”

I was afraid that if I gave him too long of answers I’d get on More >

No Air Time

Hey Team,

I’m a big fan of being around people in general…but I especially like being around large groups of people who have a lot in common with each other and nothing in common with me. Those are always guaranteed learning experiences. And this weekend was no exception.

It’s amazing how much you can learn about a sport like hang gliding without ever even leaving the ground. (You heard right folks, #23 still stands. More on that later though.) People (and this is true of any of those afore-mentioned learning experiences) throw out a LOT of jargon when they’re in a like-minded environment.

For example I now know what it means if you happen to use terms like “L and V,” “Milk a cloud” or “Ride a thermal.” In fact if you were to say to me, “Well, Brett, it looks like an L and V day but if you can milk that cloud you might be able to ride a thermal.” I’d be less inclined to call the police and have your ass arrested than I would have a week ago.

All of the hang gliders I talked to (the people not the actual gliders…that would be an awkward conversation) were down to More >

Glidin’ Seek

Hey Team,

I’m was just in Woodstock, Virginia for the first half of a two day hang gliding festival. So far no luck finding someone that can take me up. Apparently it takes a larger glider and a special certification to fly tandem. There’s still hope for tomorrow but the odds aren’t great…then again I’ve gotten pretty stinkin’ good at beating the odds lately. So, wish me luck.

I have to keep it short today, I’m in a car on the way to Pennsylvania and my battery is running low. But there are some awesome pictures for tomorrow or Monday and enough footage for a really cool video later in the week (maybe even on iTunes)!

AND, if you haven’t checked it out yet, there was an article about me in The Boston Phoenix that’s worth a perusal. It’s online here. Okay, gotta go!

Brett.

Bee Careful What You Wish For

Hey Team,

I just did something that falls firmly into the amazing category. I beekept! (Beekeeped? I think I’m making up words again.) It was a little creepy…but a lot awesome.

The dad of one of the guys I met at the ten-year reunion in Illinois keeps bees as a hobby. So I was just over at his place plundering the Hymenoptera palace. It was quite the experience, in more ways than one.

After getting suited up in some hardcore beekeeping garb I was handed a smoking can with a billows attached, a paintbrush and a pry bar…that’s when I started to think maybe I was just getting screwed with. But without a trace of a smile on his face Tom (in his own beekeeping paraphernalia) started walking me down the hill toward a ring of white boxes.

“This one right here should do,” Tom pointed with his gloved hand. “Just blow some smoke in the hole”

I THOUGHT, “That’s what she said!” But what I SAID was more like, “Okay.”

Apparently the smoke (from the can with the billows) makes the bees think there is a fire and they shift from “protect the hive” mode to “get the hell out” mode. And according to Tom, More >

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Flying Fire and Fireflies

Hey Team,

It’s been a HUGE week. #30, 33, and 38 all down the metaphorical drain! I’ve got a story about #33 all lined up for tomorrow. But today, for your viewing enjoyment, is a little video we’ll call “Mission: Firefly!” Enjoy.

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And here’s the link if the video gives you wacky PCs any trouble.

Okay, looks like my work here is done!

Brett. Want to keep living vicariously? I know what you could do!

Don’t let me stop you.

God Bless Hamerica

Hey Team,

What a fantastic week! I’ve been up to my glaucoma-ridden eyeballs in mid-western experiences. Not the least of which has led to yet another objective being crossed off the list. I’ve spent the last couple days experiencing the definition of “obscure small town festival.” Welcome to the wonderful world of “Hog Days” care of Kewanee, IL!

In the last several days I’ve seen carnies with shirt stains outnumbering their teeth, I’ve seen locals out-carny-ing the carnies and I’ve participated in something called the “Hog Wallow.” I even have the shirt to prove it. (That means I’m up to four! Time to start worrying about backpack space.)

Here’s the rundown: Hog Days manages to cram everything you would expect to see in any movie set in the mid-west into three days. There was a parade, a hog kissing raffle, a flea market and even mud volleyball.

After much deliberation (and despite the insistence of the family I’m staying with that I include everything they’ve said and done in the last two days in this story) I’ve decided to focus on just one aspect.

The highlight of my weekend came when I met Jean, one of the crafts people with her own booth at the More >


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