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I remember I was cutting fish with V. one time and I had this CD in the computer as we were working. I don't know if she's a big fan of folk music, but she looked at me when it finished and said,

"Thanks, I'm all depressed now."

Hey, you're welcome, that's what folk music is for!



White Squall

Now it's just my luck to have the watch with nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll north to the Sioux
And wonder when they'll turn again and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one more youngster in the gale.

The kid was so damn eager, it was all so big and new
We never had to tell him twice or find him work to do
Evenings on the mess desk, he was always first to sing
And show us pictures of the girl he'd wed in spring

But I told that kid a hundred times don't take the lakes for granted
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted
Now tonight some red-eyed Wireton girl lies staring at the wall
And her lover's gone into a white squall

It's something us old-timers know; in the sultry summer calm
There'll come a blow from nowhere and it goes off like a bomb
A fifteen-thousand tonner can be thrown upon her beam
As the gale takes off before it with a scream

The kid was on the hatches, lying staring at the sky
From where I stood I swear I saw a tear fall from his eye
So I hadn't the heart to tell that he should be on a line
Even on a night so warm and fine

But I told that kid a hundred times don't take the lakes for granted
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted
Now tonight some red-eyed Wireton girl lies staring at the wall
And her lover's gone into a white squall

When it struck he sat up with a start; I roared to him "Get Down!"
But for all that he could hear me I may as well not made a sound
I clung there to the stanchions and I felt my face go pale
As he crawled hand over hand along the rail

Now I could feel her heeling over, with the fury of the blow
I saw the rail go under then, so terrible and slow
Then like some great dog, she shook herself, and roared upright again
Far over side, I heard him call my name...

But I told that kid a hundred times don't take the lakes for granted
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted
Now tonight some red-eyed Wireton girl lies staring at the wall
And her lover's gone into a white squall

Now it's just my luck to have the watch with nothing left to do
But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll north to the Sioux
And wonder when they'll turn again and pitch us to the rail
And whirl off one more youngster in the gale.

But I told these kids a hundred times don't take the lakes for granted
They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted
Now tonight some red-eyed Wireton girl lies staring at the wall
And her lover's gone into a white squall
- Stan Rogers, from the From Fresh Water CD


To do this morning -

1. Figure out catch per unit effort of trawled ridgeback prawns for the last three years before noon


2. Fix the datalogger - reformat the b: drive and transfer files backed up on the PC back to it. V. dropped it yesterday and for some reason MBASE stopped working. Diconnecting the battery for a few hours seemed to fix it, but erased all the files.


3. Quit procrastinating!