Especially since more and more, Time seems to be flying like a tether-ball around the pole of the New Year.
Still, the process of building and assembling comes in waves: just now, three separate Frankenscot components are equally half-finished with only a few working days left in the month.
However, a most excellent set of breakers (they were, one might say, tubular) rolled through and dropped TwoBeers and me in on the front side of some unexpected treasure.
The 330 miles of the Everglades Challenge will most likely include some windless moments and narrow channels. Possibly both at once. Consequently, the sail plan needs a back-up.
There are rowing shells and kayaks and canoes -- sleek, narrow little vessels that can be paddled or rowed at tremendous velocity. And there is a Flying Scot.
Like a plump Butterball Turkey and a... No wait. Let me try again.
Like a 1958 Caddy and a... hmmm. Well, yes.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
If we have learned NOTHING else from the hours in front of the Saturday Creature Feature, it's that one must never irritate the monster.
Besides, comparisons are odious.*
It's a truth universally acknowledged, that after the first couple of boats, people don't throw away old parts.
Thanks to Denny at the Stewards Foundation, who does a very good job of organizing spare parts, we came away with the lend of the following:
Odious (or "odorous," as Shakespeare gave us, the sly dog) as they may be, comparisons are central to understanding -- like air is to breathing. Or oars to rowing.