H. M. S. Southern Bulb
Published Tuesday, July 18, 2006 by John Wiesinger | E-mail this post 
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uired into the now infamous cabin. So, we gathered some pics to share as well details describing our humble abode. It is much akin to an old man-o-war. It’s cramped, made o

f wood, almost seems to be floating when it rains too much, is hot and humid in the summer, and cold and drafty in the winter. It forces all to be impersonal with their belongings, food and life, but allows us to dream of prizes to come as we drift off to sleep at night under it’s sturdy little roof.
It’s not always bad though…at night sometimes we press forward with our guitars and bad voices, we lay in awe of a passing thunderstorm, or battle the cold of winter with a large stout oak wood fire. Frequently it’s port wine

and Patrick O’Brian novels, and in the summer it’s making sure that the bass and crappie don’t forget who is boss (Mr. Ben Arcuni of c

ourse!).
The humble little cabin in many respects is just an extension of the dream, the company and all that it represents. We seem to be a tiny little cabin tucked away in the midst of life’s landscape, but we have a big story to tell – a story in progress! Every night we sail away into our dreams and awake the next day ready to work to bring the company to as many homes as possible. We hope you enjoy the pics and look forward to your visits in person soon!
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