How Sad a Passage

COUNTESS "This young gentlewoman had a father,--O, that 'had'! how sad a passage 'tis!--whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work." -Act I scene i, All's Well that Ends Well.

Friday, July 31, 2015

The Wellbeloved Tot

Another Rum and Coke Friday - the mini-Nature's cups, but more importantly the Pusser's.  And the glorious readings of the House of Commons transcripts from January 1970 on the end of the ration, that ended this day (or to be perfectly accurate, yesterday) 45 years ago.  Much has changed, and the loss is not so great that it is felt, perhaps, but memorable as a cause for celebration/commemoration.

And so we did, with Master Kirk aboard.  The quick exit well timed at 5 at Purdy's.  To Eastern Passage, and the docking "like a big dick into a tight pussy."  The lobster sandwich and the fries as perfect as ever, and the goal of arriving in time for the concert well thought out, and the anchoring as solid as you like.

A night in which we grew in our self-esteem as mariners, watching others flounce around foolishly.  The earlier power boat collision serving as a warning, the Odyssey's ridiculous anchoring job and outrage at the Lunenburg Cape Silver's cutting of his mate's anchor line, until the grand finale of the ramming by the Ciao.  In reverse no less, a most inexplicable moment.  The radio report a stroke of memorable genius, and precedent to recall on future July 31s for a long time to come.  Journey were as expected.  Don't Stop Believing right after Richochet managed to anchor, so timing quite good.  The one surprise was when the lights go down on the city.  Another classic, that is worth listening to more often.  Applies to our fair Hali as much as the Pacific.  Although a reminder that Cali is a spot to try and fit in as a new location in 2015.  Adding Alcatraz to the list of islands could be the impetus you need.

Earlier Wednesday was the annual bender "week" that fits into a single night.  Kings of McNabs and all that.  Magical.  Getting the worth out of the glorious SC in just a few precious hours in between a hungover day with Dominos in treatment.  Remember? 

Nicely done, Wayner.  Nicely done.  Thanks for the flag.  We will cherish it.  And hopefully fly it during next year's Sunday night race...

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