Or perhaps a few more musings from a nomadic nautical life.
Often when I blow into a harbor or anchorage and drop the hook I get the feeling I'm setting foot on to a stage. Yes, I arrive in that spotlight and usually never feel ready to perform. Yet for some reason I begin to judge the audience. For example, a harbor packed with a plethora of cookie cutter production powerboats often means no sailing knowledge. A harbor surrounded by spit shine ugly highrise eyeball filled monstrosities is usually a bad sign. Those eyes I guess are often looking for a fast food commercial and I'm only able to give an Hamlet soliloquy.
On a third story balcony sits a person with a cell phone glued to the ear, staring, talking, talking. I wave and say hello thinking the person is within earshot because I can hear the talking. No response, just a continued stare with a tad bit more of a squint.
On the harbor stage I'm usually not ready to perform a Mozart sonata or a fast food commercial or even recite a Hamlet soliloquy and the perverted voyeur will get no show that satiates. The fascists will demand cash and get none from me. I don't pay twenty dollars to use a dinghy dock for the day. That's extortion.
Alright, it's usually not that crazy. In many a remote an anchorage an osprey might get a little perturbed when sailing past its' nest atop a channel marker but the wild creatures tend to not give a rats behind otherwise and thankfully the world is still full of many a fine harbor town that welcome all mariners.
Sail away sail away sail away.
Posted in a half baked cagey manner somewhere on the east coast of the good ole US of A.
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
Often when I blow into a harbor or anchorage and drop the hook I get the feeling I'm setting foot on to a stage. Yes, I arrive in that spotlight and usually never feel ready to perform. Yet for some reason I begin to judge the audience. For example, a harbor packed with a plethora of cookie cutter production powerboats often means no sailing knowledge. A harbor surrounded by spit shine ugly highrise eyeball filled monstrosities is usually a bad sign. Those eyes I guess are often looking for a fast food commercial and I'm only able to give an Hamlet soliloquy.
On a third story balcony sits a person with a cell phone glued to the ear, staring, talking, talking. I wave and say hello thinking the person is within earshot because I can hear the talking. No response, just a continued stare with a tad bit more of a squint.
On the harbor stage I'm usually not ready to perform a Mozart sonata or a fast food commercial or even recite a Hamlet soliloquy and the perverted voyeur will get no show that satiates. The fascists will demand cash and get none from me. I don't pay twenty dollars to use a dinghy dock for the day. That's extortion.
Alright, it's usually not that crazy. In many a remote an anchorage an osprey might get a little perturbed when sailing past its' nest atop a channel marker but the wild creatures tend to not give a rats behind otherwise and thankfully the world is still full of many a fine harbor town that welcome all mariners.
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| Maybe there is hope for humanity? Most folks of my generation are set in their ways in part from years and years and decades of auto industry never ending sales pitch propaganda. Most of the folks of my generation speak and think in a auto industry vernacular. Ah, but the next generation may begin to see the indoctrinated bamboozling for what it really is and hopefully evade its' seemingly all encompassing clutches. |
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| Sail away sail away sail away |
Posted in a half baked cagey manner somewhere on the east coast of the good ole US of A.
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
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