Setting ASail

a1Did you ever go
off in a boat
and not have
the slightest idea
of where you
wanted to go ?

I grew up in Fort Lauderdale —

and what with the
Intracoastal Waterway,

— and the various
inlets, and canals —

(they don’t call it the
“Venice of America”
for nothing)

— you could lose yourself
on the water
and never actually
go out to sea.

on the occasional weekend
when I had more than
a quarter in my pocket,

I’d go down the
boat rental place,
point out a likely
looking craft,
and set sail for
parts unknown.

(Whether I was rowing,
or motorboating,
all depended on
how much
more than a
quarter I had —
but the motor
was much better,
believe me. )

Once the suitable
water-going craft
was secured,
I would keep going until
either I
or the boat,
started to run out of gas.can

At which point,
I’d turn around
and ride out the fumes….
….. hoping I wouldn’t
have to push it back.

Did you ever push
a motorboat in the water ?

Hoooo boy,
you’ll only try
to do THAT once.

I think I’ve still got
that murky Intracoastal water
in my ears, man.

there’s something
very appealing
in being on the water….

It draws you to it.

I felt it then,
and I still feel it now.a2

(it’s certainly
one of the reasons
I went into the Navy.)

It was also a nice way
to impress a date…
(not pushing the boat–
— but renting the boat! )1940

If she was one of those girls
who lived on the water,
theoretically, you were in.

You could pull up
right to her dock
and look like
Mister Hotshot –
— for about 30 goingafter

Of course,
the large neon letters reading:

painted on all sides
probably didn’t
add any real authenticity
to your poshy passport exactly,canoea

But at least
you showed
you could navigate,

even if you didn’t have
the proverbial pier
to pitch in.

being a working class teenager
in a generally upscale area
like South Florida
did have it’s advantages,

in that the rich girls I went
to High School with
always seemed to
like guys from the
‘other side of the tracks’.z1

Or in my case,
the other side
of the North New
River Canal.

you may be asking
what all this rigmarole
has to do with
today’s post…..

And, well you might ask, too.

I have no idea, man.

HOY !!!!!