TM:" Crab Market "
When I was a boy my uncle, who lived in Tampa, used to take me up in his little sport-plane, fly around the Bay. We'd chase flocks of sea-birds and swoop down and look at the giant "rays", resting on the bottom of the Bay under the blue water. Given some altitude, he would let me "fly", which thrilled me to no end - as you can imagine.
I liked to move the (rudder) pedals back and forth, making the plane "wag its tail" {grin} My uncle would say, "You're 'crabbing', boy", making a gesture with his hand, his fingers pointing north-east, his wrist south-west, "straighten up and fly right".
Kinda reminds me of this market, fwiw...
...nifty-few with their noses pointed north-east, the broad-bunch waggin', draggin' ass behind (^_^)
-Steve |
