I drove 700 miles last night. I pushed a rental car made for suburban grocery runs along old twisted roads with quick turns and shifting grades that hitched the chassis back and forth. The way that car moved might just have made me think of a boat in a seaway if it hadn’t been so late, and I hadn’t been so focused on staying awake.
So, here I am. Pressed shirt and suit, rumpled mind.
Boy, my earlier posts on the marina bill rousted some passionate voices. I’m tired of the topic, but it’s worth me reminding y’all that these are my words, and my personal opinions. I’m grateful for the easel on which to hang them kindly supplied by Safe/Sea, but it’s my stuff and doesn’t have anything to do with what the Safe/Sea folks might be thinking, doing or dreaming.
That’s all I have today. 700 miles will do that no matter what you’re driving.
Underway and making way.
--- JKF



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