My family has a pirate theme. I marched up the isle of my wedding in a pirate shirt. My groomsmen had pirate shirts. My music was the theme from Pirates of the Caribbean. Each of us has a pirate theme shirt we wear on Saturdays (I have two, one that matches our son’s shirt.) Avast me hearties! It’s deep in the home of pinakidion.

In some ways, it comes from my heritage. Growing up in the land of Blackbeard can do that do you. Supposedly on my mother’s side, we have generations of seafaring pirates. I’ve spun the yarn of how my recent ancestors acquired orange juice (See Nag’s Head intro).

Struck by Semithought! More later…