
the ocean going, the working class, the boats that know the harsh difference between the lore of the sea and - the reality of the sea.
Each year, one or two don't return. The ones that do might come here.
Re-fitted, re-painted, re-worked, re-launched.
Paint is chipped, broken metal cut off, new metal welded on.
DD8 is where the Wawona, 165 feet of wooden schooner,
rotting in the water, was erased.
Unrepairable, un-seaworthy, uneconomical.
I saw the tops of her decks in DD8 on her last day.
1 comment:
AH! very exciting to listen to your own REAL VOICE...mr. scott...
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