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

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.

Beginnings

Lofty aspirations at sea start with basic jib tending.

On Tattoos

I do not sport a tattoo, and by force of habit will never put an arm or chest under the needle.

Thallassa

Things Thallassic rush through our blood, salt and warm.

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 not have the classic "they lived happily ever ending." More likely, they end with everyone heading off to the Blue Anchor for an evening of carousing. Well, to each his own. But each genre has a perverse "you just know this didn't happen" take on things. For example, visiting the Unseely Court for fairy tales and mermaids for sea stories. So there is a sort of connection.

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

Plum Island sunset -copyright, L.N Carreras

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 sets for people telling fortunes, only to be priced out by Chinese mass-produced junk. However, the shop owner in Salem did save my card and referred to me unique clients with special needs.