Wednesday, March 18, 2009

And the Winner is...

Remember the last post? Some nice answers, but no one got it right. The last post included a photo of how this boat looked yesterday. This is the boat today.


(You gotta click on the photo to see the little toilet in the rear).


Exactly why did this boat morph into a pile of garbage? Because someone had abandoned it at the marina a long time ago and after trying to reach the owner, with no success, the marina advertised it in the paper. It had no takers. I could have bought it for a buck! Seriously.

Now Butler and Bagman, I could have paid the slip rent and lived like a hermit in that sailboat. For those of you who don't know what I am talking about go here for a cute and true story about a hermit who lived on the water. It is really funny.

B&B: I will take the title of "hermit crab" as you suggested, being that Crisfield is the Seafood Capitol of the World, and we do have the best crabs around.

No, you will only know what I am talking about if you read the story and the posts at B&B's site.

Yes, the spot will soon be neat and tidy again.

And that reminds me, we need to pay the second half of our slip rent at the marina.

2 comments:

CASEDILLA said...

I would have LOVED to have bought that for a dollar and morphed it into something amazing.

Patty said...

Me, too, but I did not read the paper in time. You can't tell it from the first photo, but they had already cut a hole in the bottom of the boat, and it was too late to make a bid by that time.

Sometimes photographers spend more time looking at photographs in newspapers than actaully reading them.

Writers pay more attention to the words, and the public gets to enjoy everyone's hard work without ever thinking about how those newspapers ended up in their boxes, or on their front steps each day.

Over the past 24 years I have heard all kinds of complaints about newspapers. I say, "Hey, go hang out at a daily newspaper for a day."

I swear, Murphy (you know Murphy, of Murphy's Law?) has a penthouse at every newspaper in the world, and he has a lot of assistants who occupy those penthouses.

There are a lot of hands that go into getting the news to you each day. And things happen. People get sick, presses break down, stories fall through, breaking news happens, sports games go into overtime, photographic equipment and computers break down.

I won't bore you with too many details. But even though I may miss a few choice bargains like a boat for a buck, I still consider my daily newspaper, the one that arrives at doorstep in the wee hours of the morning a bonafide miracle.

I am way off subject here. Yep. We could have parked that baby next to our boat and made it into a guest house.

We still have plenty of slips in our marina for you boaters out there!