Avast, ye lubbers!

Me hearties, terday be both Talk Like a Pirate Day 'n' Rosh Hashanah, arrh, 'n' so Cap'n Fausto wishes all his mateys who be kinfolk ter ol' Cap'n Jonah that King Neptune hisself'll grant 'em fair winds 'n' seas, arrh, 'n'll carve their initials in th' gun'l's o' his divine galleon, 'n'll seal 'em up with pitch 'n' tar enough ter last another whole turn o' th' seasons, by Blackbeard's bloody boots, arrh.

'N' terday 'e also spied th' moon wi'out needin' 'is spyglass, arrh, 'n' 'e minds that makes th' morrow th'end o' Ramadan, 'n' 'e also minds that all mateys be equals under th' Pirate Code, arrh, 'n' so's not ter fergit his comrades in th' life what be plyin' th' coast o' High Barbary, 'tis ter them hale buckos he wishes, Eid mubarak, by Davy Jones' own whiskers, arrh.

Mary Travers, R. I. P.

We seem to be losing so many of them so fast lately. Today yet another flower is gone, long time passing, but she seeded the still-blooming social conscience of an entire generation.