Why Beer Beard? Well, it was given to me one night at Hooter's by my friends, Dewey and Mark (pictures of our unruly gang will appear on this page soon as I get a scanner). We were generally having fun, telling jokes and firing off stingers at anyone who said anything that could be made into something embarrassing or funny. We, of course did this at the most inconvenient time, lets say when the person we were cutting had a full mouth of drink. I'm sure you know it's hard to swallow and laugh at the same time, causing the person to either turn blue or spew the drink uncontrollably. Dewey was the first to fall, becoming Spewey Dewey. I was the next unfortunate victim, I however did not spew, I held it in as long as possible, trying to avoid such an embarrassing fate, but the beverage (Beer) started dribbling down the sides of my mouth, through my beard. That was the night the nickname Beer Beard was born. What was said?.............Sorry , you had to be there, besides I'm trying to keep this a family oriented page. Mark has yet to be a victim, but we're still trying to knock the king off his throne. Mark the Shark will someday fall.

"If life is what you make it,  then I'll make mine a Customer  sitting at a table with allot of Friends and a plate full of Buffalo Wings Hotter than all HELL,  and  a Sinfully  Delicious Pitcher of  Ice Cold BEER ,   being waited on by an Angel with a Heavenly Body in Orange Short Shorts and a tied up T-shirt "
 Beer Beard 1996

Personal:

I live in the heart of the South Augusta Georgia.  Augusta is most well known for hosting one of golf's most prestigious events, the  Master's Golf Tournament. The  Tournament is held yearly at the Augusta National Golf Course and golf fans from around the world come to see the play.  Augusta is a historic City as well, founded in  1736 on the banks of the Savannah River as an Indian trading post, Augusta was named in honor of the Princess of Wales. Augusta is Georgia's second oldest and second largest city. For more information on Historic Augusta just click on the old Cotton Exchange Building.  Built in 1886, this building served as the headquarters for the booming cotton trade which made Augusta the second largest inland cotton market in the world. It now serves as the home of the Cotton Museum and the city's official welcome center and includes changing exhibition galleries.

Growing Older, not up

Me, well "I'm growing older, but not up" and will turn 40 in November so you could say that this "Pirate looks at Forty" more closely than he use to. But I'm not too worried because " I'm a Schoolboy at Heart" and "Come Monday" I'll go to lunch and pretend I'm sitting under a "Lone Palm" eating a "Cheeseburger in Paradise" over looking "That one Particular Harbor"" listening to Jimmy on my CD player sing "Margaritaville". I just keep hoping that when the "Wildlife Betrays Me" that I will have found that "Browned Eyed Girl" who can save me.

A Pirate looking at 40

Warning !!!  The rest of this paragraph may be boring to you guy's out there reading this, but you may be able to relate.  

I am single, 6’ 1" tall with hazel eyes and as you may be able to see from the picture I have dark hair ( what the picture doesn’t show however are the gray highlights that are starting to show up, but I’d rather be gray than bald.) I have a mustache and goatee. I won’t mention my weight because I could stand to lose some pounds. I don’t think that I am that bad looking of a fellow. I will be the first to admit that I have no clue as to what women want now a days, but I don’t feel alone because from what I can see from some of my friends relationships they have no clue either. I guess that I’m just an old fashion romantic and some times I feel I belong to a bygone era that no longer exist. This is why the song "A Pirate Looks at Forty" seems to be my theme song. I still enjoy candle lit dinners, walking hand in hand, opening doors and giving flowers just for the hell of it without any reason at all. Now it seems that opening a door for a lady is considered to be an act of chauvinism and the gift of flowers is a ruse or an admission that some sort of guilt is being covered up. I was once told by a female friend that I spoil the ladies I date too much, and that wasn’t what women wanted and they would just take advantage of my good nature. Even though her statement so far has proven to be true, I still hope that somewhere out there is still a lady who will admire these out dated traits and take me as I am. Unfortunately I haven’t had the chance to spoil anyone lately. I am looking forward to finding that someone special someday, and settling down and raising some young-uns’ as we say down here in the south.

My Love of the Sea and Sailing - Summer's at the Beach

My family never had a whole lot of money as I grew up, but we always managed to go to the beach during the summer.  Sometimes if would be for a day, sometimes a whole week. My parents, god bless them, would take not only me and my two sister's, but my Uncles would give dad some money to take my cousins with us to. So it would be Mom, Dad me and about  five teenage girls.  Of course where there be teenage girls, teenage boyfriends and their friends are bound to follow.  These guys weren't hippies, this was even before that all started.  These were just clean cut neat guy's, most of them played musical instruments and were band members of the High School.  They brought their own money, guitars and other instruments and provided good entertainment, in more ways than one.

You have to realize that this was in the mid-sixties and things were different back then, when you went to the beach, that's just about all there was.   It was a simpler time, I know that sounds cliché, but of course I'm remembering things from the eye's of a five or six year old.    The Beatles blared out of the small new and improved transistor radios and the jukebox at the pier's pavilion, where we would all go and play the arcade games and the girls and guy's would dance.    There were bon fires on the beach, hot dog and mash mellow roast, ghost stories, and tales of pirates treasure.  We would walk along the beach at night and and skim the top of the damp sand with our toes to see the phosphorus  glow, and watch the sky for shooting stars and meteors, and spy on the sea turtles as the came in to lay their eggs on the beach.   During the day we flew kite's, swam, and built castles in the sand, the guy's talked about how they hoped their numbers wouldn't come up, so they could stay away from Vietnam.  Yes it was simpler time, if you were a child.

When did I become a Parrott Head:

Well, that's sort of funny. You see I was a parrot head before I knew I was one. I knew the songs but didn't realize that Jimmy Buffett was the singer. I remember taking my little guitar to school when I was in 7th or 8th ( this was in the 70's) grade and playing Margaritaville, and trying to Pencil Thin Moustache, I was still learning the guitar at the time. My songs didn't impress the other kids because they were into KISS and other Heavy Metal Bands. But the song Margaritaville just got to me even then, and it wasn't about the Margarita, it was about

"Nibbling on Sponge Cake, Watching the sun bake, all of those tourist covered with oil, Strumming my Six String on my Front porch swing, smell them shrimp they're begin 'n to boil. "

it was the place, and that place was the beach. Playing it I could just imagine living there.

"Stepped on a pop top Blew out my Flip Flops Cut my Heel had to limp on back home"

That actually had happened to me one summer as a kid on vacation at Edisto Beach, or Fripp Island, but it wasn't a pop top it was a hot coal that had been covered with sand, so I could relate to that.

Anyhow time goes on. I still remember the ole songs, one day I while I was manager on duty at a well know Video Store, one of my employee's asked if she could put Live by the Bay on the over head Monitors, I looked at the box, and was about to say no, when I saw that the Title to one of the Songs was Margaritaville, so I said sure why not. I watched the video and was hooked from then on.

 I mostly play Jimmy Buffett (who’d a thunk it huh?) the Eagles, and some Country and old Rock. I have played in a Honky-Tonk or two in my younger days and have a few scars to prove it. Now I mostly play with my Brother-In-Law (BIL) and for friends.

Now a Quick short story I like to tell. A little over a year ago I was at Hilton Head Island S. C. (the same time of the pictures you see on this Page) on a family vacation with the BIL and the Sister and the rest of the crew. We were staying at the Island Club. My BIL and I went down to the Deck over looking the Beach with a Cooler of beer and our guitars. It wasn’t long when some Younger (18-25 I’d guess) people showed up, They loved it when we Played the Buffett Songs "Let’s get Drunk", "Margaritaville" "Treat Her Like a Lady" and many others, and it didn’t take long before they started dancing on the Deck and there was a Party going on. It got a little late ( to tell the Truth we ran out of beer & BTW we didn’t contribute to the minors) They wanted us to stay a little longer, we said we’ll be back tomorrow night. We didn’t know that night was our last on the island, we had to evacuate the next day due to a Hurricane, but at least our last night was a blast.

That’s about all I can think of right now.
Sam aka Beer Beard