Sailor's - being superior sorts- were well in advance of the modern world when it came to reducing, reusing, and recycling. They made new from old.
While growing up in New York, my Merchant Mariner father sought to teach me how to survive either ashore and afloat. Here are his rules:
As an adult, some of my "research" grew bolder. Friends in Boston took me out for seafood and drinks the night before I shipped out for the first time. The ship sailed directly into heavy weather, and I spent the midwatch worshipping the throne. I deny that I was seasick. It had been the clams.
Cuisine does not have to be limited by what you have to cook with.
Once again larceny and politics are a match.
Scrapers give a lovely finish effect, and produce less dust than sanding.
If you've never witnessed a schooner being framed up you've missed and interesting bit of marine history.
Not all dreams originate in our subconscious.
Revenge is sweet, but sometimes smelly.
This was not an ordinary boat that one could forget.