{"id":3985,"date":"2011-09-11T13:15:54","date_gmt":"2011-09-11T17:15:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/?p=3985"},"modified":"2011-09-11T13:24:41","modified_gmt":"2011-09-11T17:24:41","slug":"bodios-irl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/hawkdog.net\/wordpress\/archives\/3985","title":{"rendered":"Bodios IRL"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Off I went to the South Shore (I think that&#8217;s the correct region name) yesterday for a cookout. Not just any cookout, mind you, but a chance to meet <a href=\"http:\/\/stephenbodio.blogspot.com\/\">Steve and Libby Bodio<\/a> in the flesh; Steve and I have been corresponding, exchanging links, etc. for quite a few years. If you know anything\u00a0 about the Bodios, you know to expect a diverse crowd, viz. a herpetologist who studied elephant seals before going into the building trades, someone who dropped out of law school to sell (fine) carpets (and fly falcons), etc. It was a great get together and more than a bit of a milestone for me &#8211; more on that in a moment.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6084\/6135646031_72c52c4b43_b.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6084\/6135646031_72c52c4b43.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0Steve -on the left- chuckling over an anecdote.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6151\/6135646151_82f7238a35_b.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6151\/6135646151_82f7238a35.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"375\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The back of Libby&#8217;s head (sorry &#8211; photojournalism wasn&#8217;t a priority and the one portraity picture I took is not great) and Eric, Steve&#8217;s last Massachusetts apprentice (many years ago).<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">*<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Note in both photographs the object sticking out to Steve&#8217;s back pocket. There&#8217;s a story there; I&#8217;ll let Steve tell it, but in the meantime guess away as to it&#8217;s identity.<\/p>\n<p>Steve hasn&#8217;t been east in many years, so there was a lot of year-totalling-up for him to do with old friends. I&#8217;m a newcomer &#8211; we&#8217;ve known each other on line for 5 years or so &#8211; not even the blink of an eye comparatively. That being said, I was thinking this morning about how long I&#8217;ve known about him&#8230;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.abebooks.com\/servlet\/SearchResults?an=bodio&amp;sts=t&amp;tn=a+rage+for+falcons&amp;x=0&amp;y=0\"> A Rage for Falcons <\/a>was the first thing of his I remember reading. I may have read essays or reviews before finding A Rage (in Stroudwater Books when it was in the Pic &#8216;n Pay Plaza in Portsmouth, for you local old-timers) but the descriptions of falconry in A Rage left a mark and rekindled my desire to fly raptors. I went to the bookshelf and pulled the book, opened it and read &#8216;copyright 1984&#8217;. We&#8217;re talking 27 years.<\/p>\n<p>Great conversation (Libby and I talked tazis and teckels &#8211; where else could one do that?), great beer (thanks, <a href=\"http:\/\/throwbackbrewery.com\/\">Throwback<\/a>), and great hosts (THANKS!, Karen and George). What a day!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Off I went to the South Shore (I think that&#8217;s the correct region name) yesterday for a cookout. 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