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.
bad coffee
Griping about things is part of being a sailor. I discovered this from my father, a Merchant Marine engineer, and had it confirmed while in the Navy. Griping as an art form was re-affirmed to me while working in the marine trades as a carver and catch as can boatyard worker.
Yankee Stoicsm
January, as I say every year, is my least favorite month. I celebrate its passing. But it’s a valuable month if you make it so
Kin?
Family history can rear a gruesome head these days of DNA testing. Things come out. Items can no longer be hidden. And somber truths about ancestors are revealed
Hand, Reef and Drive?
This might sound like a brag, but it’s not. I could hand, reef, and steer a boat for a long time before learning how to drive a car.
Star Bright
Mr. and Mrs. Claus arrived on Harold Sprague’s lobster boat on Saturday. And the Cap’n officially decided it was time to decorate Psyche for the holidays.
On Tattoos
I do not sport a tattoo, and by force of habit will never put an arm or chest under the needle.
Berry Bowls – 2022
There are many types of terrariums. But berry bowls are a peculiarly New England item I learned about while living in Maine as a young man.
Surreal Dream
I’ve had some doozies of lucid dreams in my time. But, about six months ago, I had the most extreme case.
Mahan and the Mermaid
If you read the “about my stories” page on my blog, you’d see that I love and appreciate sea stories. These generally have the approach of TINS – this is no shit. In other words, ” I heard this from my buddy, who served aboard the USS Pig Tail when it happened.” Sea stories do…
Perspectives
Even if you grow up in a coastal town, the sea is a fringe. Not for them. It was a view from the docks. They recognized ports not by the landmarks you’d expect but from the harbor and its entrance, the navigational features, wharves, piers, waterside districts, and places they frequented.
Special Orders
Woodcarvers sometimes get strange requests. But they are usually the sentimental type of thing, specialty designs of various sorts. Well, I know one carver who has a kind of specialty in erotic sorts of things, but this story is not about her designs. I tried to break into the occult carving market by doing runes…
Lazy Bones
Bubba Gray was having a meltdown. His wife and the business manager wanted him to accept a contract to restore an old rum runner, and Bubba was saying there was no way on earth that the cursed thing was coming into his yard. Lazy Bones had famously killed its owner, his lover, and two mobsters in the…
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