There was a mouse aboard. The Cap'n was indifferent. My wife and mother in law adamant; it had to go. On this point, they would not capitulate.
I was frequently the recipient of lectures from my father-in-law - the Cap'n.
Life aboard is full of terminology that can confuse even the experienced.
This post is about the USS Constitution's sails. But there is a bit of a story that precedes it.
I remembered back to my own Navy days. And recalling the old rubric that "if it moves - salute it. If it doesn't paint it,"
I carved intermittently from the 1960s through the mid-seventies. Going to graduate school put an end to most carving activities, and I didn't pick it up again until 1992.
Honestly, I've spent most of my life not thinking about Greenhead flies. But working one summer in a boatyard here in Massachusetts put me wise to the facts
The Rangeley Boat could handle almost any challenge an adventurous 19 years old could throw at it.
By the time I came along, Gundecking could be an art form in the hands of a master like O'Toole. Most Gundecking is the simple checking off of boxes on reports for maintenance or inspection. More elaborate needs could require Quiji Boards, modified game spinners, and critically the Magic 8 Ball.
Life with the Cap'n was always a test of wills.