And the poor sod Giu refers to spends half his sailing time loading or removing the cruising gear to the boat! He's even been known to enlist foreign help, in the middle of the night, after said help has been drinking, to scale the heights of his mast. This fellow is in a sad way.
On the other hand, you ought to see his wife! And the woman has provided him with two wonderful boys. So while the salt may grumble about such minutia as the slowing efects of the canvas dodger, he surely knows that his happiness is firmly locked, for safe-keeping, within the bosom of a woman. For a few months a year she lets him play the boy unrestrained. The rest of the time the poor sod is forced to be nothing more than a loved and loving husband and father. It is almost more than one can bear to read his poor pitiful posts, knowing that he is confined to such a purgatory.
“Scientists are people who build the Brooklyn Bridge and then buy it.”
Wm. F. Buckley, Jr.