Lobster is not always the perfect food.
You get a sort of meager slumber. Night-Ops rumbling above, General Quarters can sound any time; and up you'd rise to your assigned station.
Sultry is not the usual term used for days on the coast. The realtors, tourist industry, and boat brokers want you to think about cooling breezes, glorious summer sunsets on the beach, and romantic dinners at outside venues.
Sitting on the float, I could look at my reflection in the water. If I shifted focus, I could see the thousands of small jellyfish swarming around the float and the nearby wharf.
The Cap'n and his wife Cora were not children of the Great Depression. They preceded it but lived through it. The Cap'n happily reminded me, whenever I was about to indulge in anything he perceived as a frivolous expense that " In Maine, when the rest of the country got a cold, Maine got pneumonia." …
Sunday dinner at my in-laws was always the same. Dinner served at 11:30 AM, two lobsters apiece, salad ( Kraft Thousand Island or French dressing), bread and butter or pilot biscuit, your choice of water or iced tea.
Cribbage was a deal breaker.
I've posted previously about Psyche, about the Captain, and about the Captain and his family's turn of Biblical Phraseology. Well, here is how it turned out one day with the Captain: The Captain owned a beautiful Ketch called Psyche. As general dogsbody, I tried to keep up on the maintenance. One day I was aboard …