Hard Core XXX - read on!

There's a tiny ferry dock (with a waiting room hut) on Cousin's Island near Yarmouth, Maine.




This is the official looking boarding gate.



And motoring in the bay close by, I noticed 2 men on a barge working with the mooring buoys and their long underwater chains that keep them anchored.



After he got off the barge, I asked Bill Reagan about the work. I didn't expect the scientific explanation he gave me about the preservation of the equipment and their interactions with the corrosive salty sea water.

Bill (Yale educated) told me until the past few years, he's been a prep school biology teacher (as well as his wife). Now he works for a marine company and also does TV ads (The Crocodile Man) for the local NBC station.

When I mentioned Ron from Rockland, Maine (WRFR FM radio/environmental report) who I met a few weeks ago (see a previous Nov. 19th blog entry here), Bill started laughing and told me his own WRFR FM radio station story . . . that the man who started that small local station way back in the 1970's, became a local icon who had an amazing talent for turning on the local lobster fishermen to . . . -guess again- . . . classical music. Bill added, "You know, not that elevator stuff - but the real deal".

Long before NPR ever offered classical music in the area, WRFR was unfortunately bought out by larger forces and the locals (including the fishermen) were horribly saddened to lose that bit of culture they had grown to appreciate - plus the esteemed, intellectual DJ/station founder who made it all possible.

Well, during the purchase and take over, Bill Reagan (a student at the time) working as a plumber with others, was hired to fix things at the radio station. One job needed to be done through a back closet and as Bill opened the old jammed door - completely packed, floor to ceiling stacks of XXXX hard core porn of all types came tumbling down . . . spilling smut over everything and everyone!

Kids they were then - with WIDE eyes and they couldn't stop laughing as they looked - as the very prim and proper Mr. Classical DJ was - yes . . . of course . . . out of *that* closet now!