Poking about the local marina’s after the record snowfalls here last week revealed a couple of catastrophe’s of significant proportions. Those poorer people who do not have the advantage of owning their own docks, but own expensive (read large) boats usually keep them in “Covered Slips” at local marina’s, these shed like structures usually hold boats in the 50 to 60 foot range (read $1-$2 million a pop). The forty inch snowfall last week collapsed at least two of the covered slips containing about sixty such craft. Looks like about $30 million in property value involved here, sort of thing that would spoil your breakfast any day.
Each June here in Delaware a strange convergence ocours, small brightly coloured birds called Red Knots arrive in their hundreds of thousands at the Atlantic beaches in the southern part of the state. The birds, which on arrival are no more than exhausted bundles of feathers and courage, have flown virtually non-stop from close to the southern tip of South America, a distance of eight thousand miles.
A Red Knot
Lower Town Boy
I grew up in the lower end of town, down by the river when living by the water was not what it is now. The river itself was a muddy, fast flowing, wickedly tidal, commercial stream on the border of England and Wales.
The river bank of my youth was a scarred industrial place, a working shipyard, an abandoned foundry, sagging docks and rotting piers. A line of old wooden barges cut down from working sailboats, Alma, Gloucester; Victory, Bideford; Jonahdab, Bristol; only the names now speaking out for the dumb barges. Dragged here to die, they lay sleeping in mud berths waiting for that final tide to which they will not rise.
One last one for the Bull (sadly missed)
Oklahoma, where the names go swirling down the drain
And the blog elite, can all feel beat
When the comments vanish, it’s a pain,
Oklahoma, ev’ry day the spammers fill the screen
You do nowt but talk, and we all walk
Making MyT something that HAS BEEN
So many have now left the site
And Onesite cannot get it right
And when we say
There’s no chance in hell you’ll try
We’re only sayin’
You’re doing nowt, Oklahoma!
Apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein