Re: the 1967 Holiday 18 and Multiple Boat Syndrome
TBM did in fact show up (altho he was disguised as a Firestone tech) and found that there was a loose screw inside the drum, fixed, total cost $35, hallelujah. i need to have a chat with the last guy who assembled those brakes :embarassed:
so trip is back on. i've figured out fallback options in case the boat is totally skrood....one couple i know down there has a 12' Zodiac, and if that isn't operative, i'll get on the forum and beg for loan/rental of a small tinnie for a few days (maybe i should bring my spare qt of Gluvit to sweeten the deal....)
so anyway, y'all have a safe and happy weekend, and i'll talk to you in a week or so. and to all veterans, incl my dad, thanks. taking the liberty of posting another rant from my friend Johnny the ex-cop:
_Two Fridays ago, I was lamenting the "furlough" day as I was preparing to paint (a nice gray color) and seal my garage floor. I was of course "pist off" (as we Mejicano's like to say it) because I was not getting paid and although it was a beautiful day, I was being force to take a day without pay. The oldies played on the IPOD, a couple of Miller Lites crossed my lips, and luckily, I did not paint my self into a corner, like last time. The floor looked great-nice and glossy, the beers tasted good, and the music, well it "oldies man" they don't make music like that anymore...later on that evening, as I nursed my two knees with an ice pack and another Miller lite, I learned of the tragic death of five, five Ft. Bliss Soldiers. The youngest was only 19. He was the father of two, the others were all married and "daddies" as well.
In the blink of an eye, five good men lost their lives in what has become a long and protracted war. Five young lives were snuffed out in an instant. All of them had dreams, expectations, and hopes for a better life. NOT anymore they don't. Now all we see of them are their pictures and the pictures of their families as they sit and cry for the loss of their loved ones. I watched in angst as two little kids kissed the picture of their "daddy." How sad, somehow the day without pay seemed to not be so important. It's just one day, I'm still getting paid for nine days, the money still hits the bank, ( it has) and I am alive and well as are all my colleagues, friends, and family. Take a few minutes this weekend to think of these five brave men and their families. Think about them as you eat the burgers, drink the beer and dive into the pool.
Somehow a day without pay AIN'T so bad after all. Well gotta go
