... there were a number of other boats entering the harbor so we just kinda got in line like planes waiting to land and limped toward the inlet...

Then P.B. says, "Yeah, this is __________..."... "They've put up a new sea wall which threw me off..."

I believe that was the first time in about 3 hours where this ol' hillbilly actually thought that, "Hey, we just might pull this thing off..." as we made it past the last green channel marker on the starboard side of P.B. crippled Cris Craft...

Now, P. B. hadn't quite gotten around to making any arrangements with anyone for a place to stash his boat but found a marina that had done some work on it in the past that had one space left and after a little negotiating with some of the folks there and pushing a pulling another boat around snugged her up in the "no docking" zone where waste is pumped, shut down the poor starboard engine and gave out one collective sigh of emmense relief...

The marina was a good 1/4 mile from where I had left my Toyota truck so I hoofed it back to get it all the while sayin' "Thank you, Lord" over and over and over...

On the trip back to _____________ to get P.B. car I commented that "the Lord looks after fools, drunks and kids..."

P.B. finshed it with, "Yeah, and we had lotta coverage..."

That's my stroy and unlrss P.B. comes here and adds anything that I left out, I reckon I'll stick with it...

Bobert