Those of you don’t know me may not realize that I am incredibly brave. Brave, that is, unless I am more then a couple of feet off the ground. Above 2 feet, I become a total coward. I’m talking really frightened here. No, that’s not it. Actually I get scared shitless! See that pulley on the top of that pile. How do you suppose that got up there?
I’ll tell you how it got up there. I borrowed an outboard from one of the slaves then got another slave to join me on this tiny raft and off we went with a ladder and I climbed up there! That’s how! It wasn’t good! It was really bad! And I had to do it twice; once for the forward mooring pile and again for the stern one. There is no photographic evidence for me being up that ladder on a raft but I assure you the image of being there is burned into my memory. And of course, you can see the bracket and pulley that somehow got up there so I must have done it. I can’t imagine anyone else being fool enough to do it.
“So what’s it for?” you may ask. Well attached to the line going into the water, is a 2 meter length of chain acting as a weight while the line running off to the left is supposed to hold up the mooring line so I can sidle up to it in Borderline without it getting fouled up in the propellers. Do you think it will work?
I rowed out today to make some fine adjustments at high tide. Rowing out again at low tide for more adjustments. What could possibly go wrong?
PS I see that another of Trump’s “chosen ones” is off to prison. Trump sure can pick ’em. I note that Stone is “clutching a Bible” as he walks from court. * The poor, dumb bastard probably thinks God is a Republican.