I lived on the coast most of my life. My memories of places, people and events frame these stories. I always start with something true…but, I sometimes wander off a bit.
Bay Rum
Scent is a very personal thing; to some, the right scent is a melody of pleasure
Cruise
What my wife does know won’t hurt her.
What she does know is that as my father before me, all a pretty vessel needs to do is whistle, and I’ll pack a cruise bag.
Mr. Wakey Wakey
Ah, October, readers, and writers spend time separating the cryptid from the cryptic and the insuperable from the insufferable. Vampires, mummies, witches, and ghouls cavort. Bah humbug!
Scuttlebutt Syndrome
What follows is a discussion of the newly named scuttlebutt syndrome found primarily among sailors:
Moving On
A friend of mine was a professional ship model maker. Unlike many who might repine because of a lack of work. He fretted and complained about too much work.
Islet
There was a tiny islet that was my personal airy from which I could view the cove. When things were awful, I could row out and use it as a place to rant noisily. None other than the shorebirds heard me.
Hidden
Along the coast of Maine, the post-glacial landscape is one of sunken river valleys and islands.
The Rain Don’t Fall On Me
Very little can be worse on the road than a thunderstorm with you in the open. OK, there can be a pity factor when people drive by and see you.
The Salt Factor
Spout comes to mind when talking about some “sailors” – as in spout nonsense.
Long Splice
The vista was the lower Hudson in 1972. The photographer was my father, Nick Carreras.
Culch – Flashback Friday- September 3
woodworkers are masters of recycling from plank to scrap.
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