Maris Stella Yacht Club and Crabbing Society
Here's a view of my back yard after a little winter storm blew through — not much for a New Englander, I know, but rather unusual around here. I was supposed to go racing today; I guess I'm glad the skipper discovered some damage to his boat and had to cancel so that repairs could be made.
By the way, Traci & I sailed with the mystery crew, a newbie, because we waited to reserve a boat for so long that there were no longer boats to be had. Sailing with her was the only way we could sail at all. Her name (I think) was Adrian, although she let it be known that she preferred to be called "Elena." So of course I said that my name is David but I preferred to be called Dimitri. No, I didn't really......
3 comments:
it was 60 here on cape cod yesterday, and i was contemplating a sail but my shoulder was bothering me too much. plus there were none others to be found foolish enough to go out in the cold cape cod waters. so we flew kites instead. --linda who prefers to be called Lucinda
A little winter storm? I have dust in my attic that's deeper than that!
"Her name was McGill, and she called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as . . . "
now she and her man who called himself dan
were in the next room at the hoe down
hey that fence looks not bad to me! you need to move to boston where the fence quality standard is much lower.
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