[Rhodes22-list] Equipment query

[Joe Camp]

Rummy:
 
      Can I slip the rum into the PFDs?

--- On Sun, 4/25/10, R22RumRunner at aol.com <R22RumRunner at aol.com> wrote:


From: R22RumRunner at aol.com <R22RumRunner at aol.com>
Subject: Re: [Rhodes22-list] Equipment query
To: rhodes22-list at rhodes22.org
Date: Sunday, April 25, 2010, 12:33 PM


Joe,
The obvious necessities are the pfd's, fire extinguisher, glass cleaner and 
paper towels. After that you will need a good supply of ice, diet coke  
(preferably made with splenda) and lots of Mt Gay rum. I'm available on  short 
notice. Insulated tumblers are best.

Rummy


In a message dated 4/25/2010 10:37:28 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time,  
jjcampjr at yahoo.com writes:

Hey:  (greeting that denotes familiarity)

Stan  and his crew will deliver a Recycled boat to me around the end of 
July.   I would put this to him, but I understand that he is "waiting for them 
to  deliver a straight jacket in [his] size," and I don't want to add 
anything to  his pile.  

I want to put the  intervening time to the best use in getting what I'll 
need to sail on  day-one.  I'd appreciate (from those who have been down this 
path) some  guidance on things I'll need.  Motor & gas tank, I know.  How  
about lines, fenders, anchor hardware, PFDs, day and night warning  devices 
and any variety of items you think I'll need to sail...not in  oppulent 
comfort, but you know: just friggin' sail.  I will have it on a  fresh water lake 
in NC. Many thanks.  And Here's a (non  sailing) poem for all to enjoy.

Joe  

Crush
JJ Camp

It came at night; she half
expected murder  
disappointment discomfiture

of other expectations
First:  dark quiet 
reigned-in blacker dream

dreams dreamer  never
saw the crush
approached from her exposed

right side,  eye unblinking
fracture fractured quiet
undone in the  crush

the crush. She breathed hard
knuckle bone  against
bone, skin rent rendered

red under night’s
black  blanket, unconscious
rifted shifting. Bright

light in her  head, the crush
silent crush. She heard
something like  television

snow crackled then 
and then—nothing 
nothing  but the quiet

of nothing. She thought:
“So this is what it’s  like.
This is what

it’s like to die
when fragments 
of  love crushed bone  

skull bone collapses
yields to  fist and flesh 
and crush sometime

after twelve, when  children
should be asleep, not
hearing, not listening

And  this is how Mother
felt when Daddy—
when Daddy 

when love  in some disguise
some disgruntled love drunk
love comes home too  late

or too soon.         19 August  2003














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