Anarchistic musings from a SE Alaska
By Ed Sasser firstname.lastname@example.org
on "Wasting Away"
Eddys Chuck,* Alaska: Whats in a
boat name? Our friends, Stan and Candy, aboard the "Wasting Away" are only too
willing to tell the story when there is an impromptu dockside gathering near their
homebuilt 40-foot barrel boat. They are both very honest people and tell the story as they
remember it. Sometimes her story is different than his story. Sometimes his story is
different in the morning than in the late evening. He tells it as he honestly remembers it
at the time. In fact, Stan is one of those folks who is so honest, the story can be
different each time he tells it.
The basic facts of the naming of the "Wasting Away"
involve Stans attempts to wire his CD player into the speakers he used for his tape
player. Stan and Candy both agree on the part where he ended up with Jimmy Buffett sounds
emanating from one speaker and an Iron Butterfly drum solo coming out of the other.
What follows from that point depends upon the time of day and
the kind of refreshments being served.
Stan usually indicates that he went on to invent the Margarita
Inagadadavida but every time somebody tries to pin him down on the ingredients, he spouts
off with a different recipe. Candy says she was immediately inspired by the music and took
the juxtaposition of the tunes as a sign she was to change the name of the vessel. She
changed the hailing port as well and now Eddys Chuck Marina is blessed with
"Wasting Away" Inagadadavidaville.
I share all of this so that you can understand our trepidation
at being invited to Thanksgiving Dinner. Weve done some underway potlucks and many
dock parties with these folks but never anything formal. When Thanksgiving Day arrived, we
were amazed and delighted at finding a formal and traditional dinner in process-complete
with cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie. It was Stans next request for which I was
"Since today is a 20-foot tide, I was wondering if
youd give me a hand," Stan asked. I agreed and we went outside. I thought
Id caught Candy giving Stan "the look" but wasnt sure.
What Stan needed help with was changing a leaking barrel. He had
a 350 cubic inch engine block from his old Chevy pick-up on the bottom under his houseboat
and wanted to use the chain and pulley hed rigged up to pull out a barrel---letting
the tide do the work. I agreed, and we made short work of hooking things up. We cleated
off the line and were back into dinner in no time.
We ate for two hours and hardly noticed the severe listing to
port as the tide came in.
Finally, Candy stood up from the table and, after considerable
effort walking to the sink, said: "Why are we listing so."
Stan mumbled an obscenity and dashed out onto the dock. I
followed, still holding a piece of pumpkin pie, to see the entire row of barrels under
water. Stan had forgotten to loosen the stainless steel strap holding the 55-Gallon
plastic barrel into its cradle. Without any announcement, he jumped into a neighbors
dinghy and freed the barrel with the tin snips from his rigging bag.
Ka-bloosh, Clang, Rattle went the houseboat. I dont know
how many degrees it went to starboard but it seemed much more than what it had been
listing to port.
When the barrel boat quit rocking, Stan and I slowly moved back
inside, unsure of what kind of reception we would receive. Peering around the French doors
with the handmade stained glass, we saw the women in our lives-covered with gravy, pie and
cranberries. Stan started apologies but nobody could keep a straight face long enough to
Thank God for the ability to laugh at our shortcomings.
Happy Thanksgiving from Eddys Chuck.
(*Eddys Chuck Alaska is a fictitious
harbor populated by real Alaskan Noodlers.)
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