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WELCOME, PREPPIES AND NON-PREPPIES ALIKE.   Let me introduce myself. My friends call me Bumby. 

Bumby I would like to begin this edition of The Preppy Chronicles, by sharing with you my hopes and dreams and thoughts about the overall intent of this blog

My concept for this blog is that it will be a CELEBRATION of living life as a Preppy-WASP Male in a society that is ever increasingly blurring the lines…

It’s about who we are as a society and as a tribe. Why we do the things that we do. And how we view and respond to everyday events, as well as what effect these events have on us. What our role is and how we shape the world around us. And to this end, I will ask you to join with me and CELEBRATE.

What this blog is not about: It is not about how to teach you to dress in the WASP, Preppy Trad. or Ivy-league styles. A plethora of those types of sites to choose from. Ivy-Style is one such site.

Let me say from the outset, that many are the ones that misunderstand us. We are often portrayed in the media as very humourless, well-dressed, well-behaved, statuesque parodies. BumbyScott I am here to say we are not without our humour.

How many WASPs does it take to change a light bulb?  NINE.  

One to change it, seven to sit around and reminisce about how good of a bulb it had been,

and two to check and see if it came over on the Mayflower, so that proper notification of all clubs and organizations  of its demise can be made, after a suitable period of mourning.

It has been said, by someone, somewhere, some place in time: That we tend to wear only the clothes that we wear because we have always worn them. We tend to summer in the same places year after year, generation after generation. We know the same people that we have always known. And our breeding habits could give rednecks a respectable run for their money. And yes indeed while these statements about us are true. It is also true that we are a tribe that rarely moves from our comfort zones, and when we do, we tend to move in packs or herds or gaggle… Feel free to use whichever term you think most appropriate. It is, as much our clothing as anything else that allows us to spot and identify a fellow tribesman.

Please indulge me for a moment as I describe to you, my dear reader, what I believe are some basic truths about us. There are some things that are just hereditary to the WASP…Effortlessness, Narcissism and a true sense of Entitlement. Certain things can only be taught, learned, and culled from your parents, family and the tribe. A couple of the prominent ones are… Ennui and Gracefulness…. As we view it, being and expressing our preppy-ness, is a natural extension of, or if you will the sole prerogative of being a WASP. It is a lifestyle not merely a clothing style as some would have you believe. Not that, they are in the wrong, but being a Preppy is sooo… much more. The Preppy, Ivy-league, WASP, and Traditional styles of clothing are once again becoming ever so popular with the masses. So, we in the tribe must identify ourselves one to another in different ways. As our identifiers, become embraced by the masses we tend to revert to the older forms. An example, Lacoste, as more and more non-preppies wear this brand we revert to monogrammed polo shirts in place of the gator. However, there is one sure-fire identifier, our attitudes, habits and shared core values these can only be achieved by one method, and that method is Breeding.

The most difficult aspect for non-preppies to understand is our sense of entitlement. They tend in a general way, to misconstrue it as mere snobbery, when, in fact, there is a solid foundation for it [ just ask us] Yes, it does hearken back to the Mayflower, and the founding fathers and mothers and yes even to their (our) families. According to my observations, and it seems that history in both written, as well as, oral forms, backs me up on this. That as much as we Americans, would like to believe differently, these extraordinary men and women” The Great Houses of America” were not the “Father knows Best” crowd, but a convoluted mixture of the Bundy, Simpson and Stepford crowd. These incredibly gifted people were some of the most dysfunctional and narcissistic people of their time, but we claim them as our own. They gave you,  me and the rest of the world, the foundation and institutions..that is… “ The United States of America. ”… Suffice to say, they created a system of government and a society that is by its exact nature and design dysfunctional and narcissistic. So, for better or worse, you have us to thank for all this. Inasmuch, as we created and continue to create these institutions, we also shoulder the responsibility for them. We have held and continue to hold, for over 200 years now, the foundational underpinnings of power in this country and no matter how far to the right or left that society swings at any given time in our history, we hold that foundation, we are its anchor and its bedrock. That is our lot in life.

So, when you meet one of us on this happy road of destiny,  Please give us a break. We are doing the best that we can.


May I introduce you to one of our most beloved and sweetest WASPs

nation_carry1 I do Love My Lilly Pulitzer SO!


As this blog is about Celebrating life as a Male Preppy and a WASP… and All things that relate to us. [MPW]

I promise you…my Dear Reader, that I will always try to give you my best work and if it’s not I will tell you so. I will give you my thoughts and recommendations on… Books, Music and any other items of interest. It is my hope and my desire that you will take part and E-Mail your thoughts and ideas on books, music and items that are of interest to you and of course any ideas on future posts that you would like me to write about. You will always be able to find these on the Sweet Vibrations page and on my sister site, “ The Preppy Chronicles II. ” 

My first two book recommendations:

George Being George…wonderfully edited by Nelson W. Aldrich. Which is an oral biography of George Plimpton, as told by his friends, George was and remains a truly consummate Preppy.

The Big House: A century in the life of an American summer-house. Written by George Howe Colt. This is a book that takes us back to our roots and our memories. I am overcome with an intensely real sense of well-being and the knowledge that all is well in my little corner of  WASPdom.

 My first recommendation of music.  “ Songbird ” by Eva Cassidy.

It is time to wrap up this edition and put it to bed. I will leave you with a small quote from a book called ” A Separate Peace”  by John Knowles.

” Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him. It is the moment when his emotions achieve their most powerful sway over him, and afterward when you say to this person “The world today” or Reality” he will assume that you mean this moment, even if it is fifty years past. The world, through his unleashed emotions, imprinted itself upon him, and he carries the stamp of that passing moment forever.”

So, bye for now.

Bumby Scott.               Please join me at The Preppy Chronicles II.

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Posted by on June 18, 2013 in All that's Preppy/WASP


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The Day The Wheels Came Flying Off

The Day The Wheels Came Flying Off.

I remember like it was yesterday. Oh yeah, it was yesterday.

Lest I forget my manners, Welcome to this edition of The Preppy Chronicles. I was not sure if I would be able to bring you this new post or if I would still be sifting through the ashes that once was The Chronicles.

Most of you know that I am not very adept with computer technology, I look at it with the same expression as our little fella in the photo. So when I say with all confidence, that in this medium I have a clue about what I am doing, be amused and let me live in my delusion.

The long and short of the matter is this: I have in my mind to expand, the timing is right, it feels natural and the pieces are coming together. So as any self-respecting WASP would think, I thought, just add another domain to my existing hosting account,  How difficult can that be? So, with the confidence that comes in my delusional state, I proceeded to buy a new domain and add it to the account. I did have enough on the ball to e-mail my host and ask how to carry out this simple task. This I did with relative ease,

I even asked the Head Geek  to look it over and make sure that I had done it right. Rich, assured me that all looked well.

Now you can imagine what this bit of praise did for my delusion.



What transpired in the next few hours can only be described  as a blood bath of carnage and self-will run riot.

I think this photo shows what transpired. I thought that I was in control of the ship and this adventure, this most excellent of Quests.


       “ Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off — then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me

Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl’s forehead of heaven.”

( Moby-Dick, Herman Melville )

I will admit that it might be a stretch to compare my struggle with Ahab’s, the point that I am making is that the obsession was the same, Cannot let the beast win. Deep into this struggle and well into the illusion of control, I found myself doing things out of sheer desperation. You see the more I fought the beast the more it resisted my demands, the more it resisted, the more fixed in my resolve I became. After five intensely  grueling hours, I struck the death-blow. I deleted all of my files, there was so much satisfaction in watching folder after folder scroll into nothingness.     

                                                                                          I HAD WON!

As I sat there brain numb and fingers sore, realization of what I had just done washed over me. PANIC set in, MY GOD MAN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE. With all the speed that I could muster I set to the task of surveying  my wreckage.

I could not bear to look at it directly, I e-mailed Rich in Oslo, then took solace with a group of friends. In  short order, a new perspective was to emerge, for you see, a  friend’s entire life hung in the balance and he was barely keeping it together & This, This, was only a web site not life and death.

Rich, was able to pull me back, from the edge of destruction and fix the problem, it was something to do with codes and permissions.

So, as you see I am back to this state of being. Thank you all for sticking with me through this.

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Posted by on February 8, 2011 in All that's Preppy/WASP


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The Preppy and Technology.


That Which Is Fundamental is by its very definition, all that we hold true is it not ?

Our ability to generate the force of change, comes with it the responsibility of being the change that we seek. Change will always chose its own path; Therefore, one is wise to remember that he is not in control of the end result.

This fundamental truth is the sum of  my Princeton University education. I truly wish that I had understood it then . Two decades later it would begin to not only make sense, but become the over-riding force in my life and those around me.

As a WASP, I am responsible to try to guide change, Not by being the change but by being the stabilizing force. That is what being a WASP  is about for me and my family. Now you might ask, Bumby, What does this have to do with your last post? There is no doubt in anyones mind that the world is in the process of change, very rapid change.

In my last post, I refered to the evil that was Wang, all joking aside, the changes that started with the Wang have taken on a life of their own. It took me several years to ” Jump ” into the computer age and then only with caution. I wanted to see as best I could what direction that change was moving. I am fully convinced that this direction is best embodied by what is the Mac.

Why… just in the last month; that I have had my eMac, my life has been greatly effected by the change. This is the first post that I have not pre-written. This is straight from the heart no middle man. To aid in this process, I downloaded the sounds of a typewriter, every time I strike a key it sounds as if I am typing on a “ROYAL “,  just like the one featured in a  past post.

The Preppy in me yearns to explore all  the prospects of this new technology.  The WASP  is just horrified. I am  admittedly  conflicted and yes somewhat embarrassed by the amount of time that I am spending on “Sofia”. I have named my computer ” Sofia” and have started talking  in the third person about myself. When she announces the time on the half, I find myself answering back… “Thank you Sofia”

I am finding this behavior  somewhat unnerving and at the same time very comforting on some level. This Preppy/WASP is beginning to warm up to the idea that to survive in this new world I must accept some technology . Who am I kidding, I feel like I am in the Five&Dime with five dollars burning a hole in my britches.

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Posted by on October 4, 2010 in All that's Preppy/WASP


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The Learning Curve

In the beginning God created man.

Man created the “Wang”.  God looked down on what man had created, and saw the evilness that was ” Wang “.

So, God created Steve Jobs, who created the Mac…

God  looked down and was greatly pleased,

And the peasants rejoiced.

Bumby bought an E-Mac,

And again the peasants rejoiced.

Thus, our story begins….

Bumby, fraught with guilt, made the leap into the 21st century. All the while, thinking to himself, ‘ What would my dead ancestors  have to say about all of this ,  Bumby, you must stay true to your WASP values and traditions.’  However, deep inside, the lure and pull of the Preppy, the flashy, the sparkle and yes, the occasional bang was almost more than this simple WASP could bear.

God look down, and was deeply touched and saddened by Bumby’s heavy heart.  But God, was quickly reminded that He had created Steve Jobs, and Steve, had created the E-Mac.

God was exceedingly pleased, and you guessed it … the peasants rejoiced.

Now, Bumby being the good WASP that he is, did not want to pay retail… So, God created the Mac outlet Store and placed it within blocks of Bumby.  Bumby and the outlet store found one another and the two were  happily united in Mac bliss; And the peasants rejoiced.

Thus,  The Preppy Chronicles continues………….. And why yes the peasants rejoiced.

I hope that you have  had as  much fun reading this as I had writing it. Feel free to share.

Always, Bumby

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Posted by on September 24, 2010 in All that's Preppy/WASP


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The Muddle

I have had a hankering  to write,  but found myself a bit self-conscious. The truth of the matter is I owe you my very gracious readers an apology. Awhile ago, I gave you my word that I would  always try to give you only my best work, in this I have failed. I’ve been of late feeling a tad like a pig wearing lipstick, a pink toto  and a Lilly Pulitzer bow tie, when all along I know that I am the Prize winning Boar and yet I find I still want to wear the bow tie.

Nelson Mandela, so elegantly  stated in his 1994 inaugural address:

“As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence  automatically liberates others “

And to that end, I have renewed my commitment and my contract to write The Preppy Chronicles for another year.


Posted by on September 3, 2010 in All that's Preppy/WASP


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The Slap

The Slap

Hello Bumby here.

Yesterday was not a great day for me. I received a scathing comment on my last post, I was cursed at by another commenter on someone else’s  blog. I started a new chapter in my life with a company that I believe in.

Now, the last part should have made me happy. However, as I was sitting there listening to the four-hour orientation, I started to feel a bit overwhelmed by the amount of information that I must to commit to memory. And we all know… The memory is not the same as it once was.

My thoughts ran amok, causing all sorts of destruction. I thought…

  1. Well, I could give up on this blog.
  2. I should not comment on anyone else’s blog ever again.
  3. That I am not up to this challenge…. so, just quit.

Now, after some consideration, a good meal and pardon the bluntness, a good crap… WOW, low an behold… A changed outlook.

This morning, I have looked  at the Guy In The Glass ,( see the post entitled such) I looked him straight in the eye… and he winked back.

It has taken my many years to break the habit of always using “Proper grammar and perfect punctuation” To free my mind.

Maybe… I am toooo free and loose in my constructions. Maybe…It is time to bring back a little “Proper”. What I struggle with is striking a balance, one that I am comfortable with. My thoughts tend toward… What if I have proper construction, but lose my passion or having so much passion that my writing is unreadable.

For me, it is not a matter of writing for technical correctness, but rather one of thought , feeling, and voice. For so many years, I wrote only technical papers, conveying only dry facts with my recommendations. I wrote so many, that I began to think only in those terms. One day I awoke or maybe  I came too, can’t remember… (The memory, you know) what I realized was, I had no passion in my life. I was dead inside. So, I did what all Great WASPS and Preppies have always done… I got drunk and changed my entire life.

Well, it is time to change again, this time without the booze in the mix.

I do understand and do appreciate, that I and I alone, can find the Voice that goes with my brand. My struggle thus far, has been finding a consistent voice. To that end, from this post going forward, my voice… the voice of The Preppy Chronicles will be of a southern man in his forties. If you will formulate an image of Hal Holbrook, as Mark Twain. Bumbys voice This is how my thoughts sound in my head  and this will now be my voice on paper.

Always Bumby


Posted by on August 7, 2010 in All that's Preppy/WASP


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Worth Its Weight In Gold


Welcome to this Edition of The Preppy Chronicles.

I have had many requests in the past few months to post a current photo of my likeness for the entire world to gawk at. I sat down to consider how I wished to be viewed by the world for “ Time Immortal ”.

I grappled with the  sheer complexity of my life situation.

I asked myself , “ What was I going to call this new adventure; this new chapter in my life, What form and  format was it to take shape, what was I going to write about? ” Having answered these questions, the task became,  “ How do I want to be seen on the World-Wide Web, what will be my Logo; my moniker, and what will be my on and off-line identity.”

All of the “Experts” that I consulted with on this extremely important decision, agreed upon one thing. What ever your visual identity, make sure that you use it in all forms of communication and across all forms and formats of media. BRAND YOURSELF.

So, thus armed with this bit of knowledge and desire to do something new and bold, ( I am after all  a WASP and a Preppy, how bold would I really go.) The Preppy Chronicles was born.

In establishing a brand, and it’s identity, I was once again told by the  “experts ” that the single most important component in any business its Logo. Spend time on it and get it right the first time…Your readers will remember this when they remember nothing else. Chose something that fits your personality, find or create something that defines an unchanging quality in yourself.

Thus, after much thought and searching, the Mallard became my World Wide Visual Identity, my Logo, my Calling Card.

When I began to share with you my thoughts, I was again reminded that due to the very uniqueness, immediacy, far-reaching and permanent nature of this medium, and that there are a number of nut jobs out there surfing the net, I must be Honest and Truthful , but be careful what you print.  I will steal something from the Catholics…” Remember this will go on your permanent record! “

I think that is all for this edition.

Thank you all for your continued thoughts and feedback and support.

Always Bumby

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Posted by on August 3, 2010 in All that's Preppy/WASP


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