Well, well, well...

Seems that ol' hillbilly is in fir an adventure...

My poor brother, bless his heart, wouldn't be happy if his life wasn't a pickle... About 3 years ago he took his 43 foot twin-Cat boat up to a mall town in the upper Cheseapeake Bay to have the bottom cleaned and repainted and kinda forgot exactly where it was... You'd have to have lived a lifeitme around him to understand... Actually, he knew it was there but poor 'ol brother goes thru periods where he has lots of money and periods where he doesn't... Very interesting how that happens???

So, in the 3 years that the boat has been where it is it has racked up alot of storage charges, been repossessed and the "usaul" for my poor brother... During the time it has been there the Cat (bigass deisle engines) locked up from inactivity and this and that and thast and this but he has been going over faithfully every weekend and after 6 months has the boat seaworthy (hopefully) and running again...

Well, my poor brother laso owns a beat up, run down marina in Deale, Marland where he would love nuthin' more than to get his boat back to before winter sets in and so...

...the two of us are going to the boat on Friday night and try to get it back to Deale on Saturday... Now I'm a purdy decent 1st mate/deck hand but I can kinda see us either broke doen in the middle of the Bay or under arrest for no registration but, hey...

...no guts, no glory...

So I'm in...

B~