Al Vega

I went to see the Al Vega at Les Zygomates on Saturday night. I hadn't seen in in five years. I need to get out more.

Al is an 86 year old jazz man and local legend. I first started to see him play almost ten years ago during my East Boston days. Back then he played in this little club called Cafe Italia which was just down the street. He struck me as one of those guys who had the choice of staying home and being a family man or entering the top tier of entertainment which would require an untethered life of hotels and suitcases. Al stuck around Boston and you have to respect that. From what I can gather, his wife passed away a few years ago and since then Al has ramped up his schedule and can be found playing out around town 3 nights a week or so. I love people like this. Many people pack it in at his age and here he is playing to a crowd at midnight in a night club.

Farallon Islands

I've got the sailing bug again. I had a great time tooling around the San Fancisco Bay last month and Newport Harbor last weekend. With the Boston Marathon fading into the past, I am searching hard for my next feat. I think I have found it in the Farallon Islands. These islands are about 30 miles outside of San Francisco Gate and they seem to have all the things I like in an adventure.

Sharks!

Lots and lots on hungry Great White Sharks kick around the Farallons. From what I have read, they will com right up to the boat and swim along side. In the picture above one of our Great White friends is dining a la cart from the seal selection.

Nuclear Waste!















Our government is a proper steward of the environment, showing it the love a child gives a mother. Back in the 50s the good folks in the governement set about dumping containers of radioactive waste out by the Farrellons.

Shipwrecks!

























Sometime, people crash their boats up there.


I love this shit.