Scent is a very personal thing; to some, the right scent is a melody of pleasure
Bay Rum
Wake Up!
If you've read my work for a while, you know that I'm a prose person. I'll read poetry, but other than a lousy haiku, I don't write it. A while ago, I ran into the poem I am presenting below.
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:
Ishmael
October. It marks the beginning of a significant declivity in seasons.
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.
Plans
As Dwight Eisenhower said -plans are worthless, but planning is essential.
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.
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