I don't see anyone else still carrying an iPod classic around, but mine is indispensable, and I spent the better part of a day distraught that I'm one hard drive failure from not having one any more.

Guess how many hours I've spent tracking down and looking at the trove of celeb naked pictures this week? Read this whole post, and find out.

When we last checked in with our intrepid voyagers on Velvet Elvis, they were at a nice little anchorage at about the spot where the civilized Florida coast dissappears for good. We left there between 5:00 and 6:00, knowing that our first all day-all night-all day sail was ahead of us.

I was getting ready for work this morning, and I substituted a long sleeved button down shirt for my usual short sleeved short.

Before I start my story, let me say to all of my Facebook friends that I've really enjoyed everyone's first day of school pictures. At least one of you has extremely cute kids. Go ahead and keep thinking it's you.

There's a certain segment of my family that has earned some notariety with the rest of the family for their propensity for making snacks out of other snacks.

We left Slidell at 6:00 AM under a cover of bugs. It's been a long time since we've hung with so many gnats and mosquitos, and they stuck with us for at least an hour. Then, in a scene right out of a cartoon movie, and army of dragonflies showed up and ran them off. The dragonflies stayed around for a long time too, and there must have been a couple of dozen flying along and resting on the lifelines. We didn't mind them, and the boys got out the net to practice insect catch and release.

I'm not sure what made me think of it today, but several years ago, a group of us went into a rather nice restaurant. There were probably 6 or 8 of us.

On Saturday, I heard something that I had never heard before: Floyd Cramer on the radio. Back in the early 90s, if you turned on mid-day TV for any amount of time at all, you were sure to see the commercial for a Floyd Cramer, playing a collection of other people's hits as piano instrumentals.

You know that guy in your company's project meetings who is absent-mindedly clicking his pen during the call? It's not really so absent minded. He's sending a Morse code message to whoever's on the other end.

The Spring festival season is a great, great time of year. I was channel flipping last night, and one station had clips from last year's Jazz Fest. I stuck around for a few songs, and they flipped to the end of Trombone Shorty's set that closed it out last year. I called the kids in there to look for themselves, even though we were so far back when he played that our images had to have been reduced to a mere pixel or two even on the rare occasions that the camera zoomed out far enough to see the approximiate location where we sat.

There's a little-known Louisiana statue stating that when you arrive at work in the morning, if Tab Benoit is playing on the radio, you're required to wait in the car until the song is finished.