Captain's Log, Day 90, 2017

 

Day 90, The Port of Nashville Tennessee, careening vessel in preparation for journey to Panama City, Florida on Oct 6. ... My crew narrowly saved me from steering our brigantine in entirely the wrong direction. I’d been studying my palindromes

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Captain's Blog, Day 88

 

Day 88, the banks of the Harrrrpeth River. With our ship resting on the bottom of the Harrrpeth and the Pilgrimage Festival disappearing for now into the mists that give our past a beautiful glow, we have been forced to…

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Captain's Blog, Day 87

 

Day 87, Harrrlinsdale Farm, Franklin, Tennessee. Upon being marooned on the island of song that is the Pilgrimage Festival, I chose to channel my inner Twyla Tharrrrrp and teach some of the younger pilgrims the Pegleg Jig, a dance I…

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Captain's Blog Day 85

Day 85: Franklin, Tennessee. We sailed up the Harrrpeth River when our barquentine started to take on water near a farm called Harrrrlinsdale. Upon swimming from the deepest depths of the Harrrrpeth, we heard the dulcet tones of tunes coming…

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Captain's Blog Day 81

 

Day 81: the Port of Nashville. I awoke from a dream, a strange sensation that for an entire day the world was speaking my language. Having always worn the garments of an outcast and misfit it was quite peculiar and…

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