Join Date: Feb 2010
Location: Narragansett Bay
Thanked 379 Times in 358 Posts
Rep Power: 9
Couldn't open the story. Received this message:
"Unfortunately this title has been restricted for your territory. We apologise for this and hope you find other titles you like." (incorrect spelling of apologize is theirs)
My first sailing lesson was when I was about 10 years old. A good family friend and former Merchant Marine Captain lowered his dyer dinghy, strapped a pfd on me and showed me how to sail. Capt Bob had a habitual orange juice addiction (which I now know to have been screwdrivers consumed from dawn to dusk every day).
When we got back from my lesson, my parents asked me how I liked sailing with Capt Bob. From the mouth of babes, I said "He's great, he never spilled a drop". All the adults roared; I didn't get it at the time.
We spent many days aboard together and Capt Bob could maneuver any boat into absolutely any forbidding situation. It was said, he could never do it sober, since he never had. Capt Bob died at about the age of 60. I recall it seeming very very old at the time. He was much older than 60 should be.
To view links or images in signatures your post count must be 10 or greater. You currently have 0 posts.
In the harsh marine environment, something is always in need of repair. Margaritas fix everything.