Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
It's just wrong to laugh at the misfortunes of a sailor.
It does put me in mind of a time about thirty years ago when my dad and I had gone to Riverside Marina on Logan Martin Lake. For some reason I can now no longer recall--I think maybe our boat wouldn't crank, and after I had parked the truck, I was going to borrow a boat to get him back to the dock--but in any event, there was a small aluminum boat beside the dock, which I stepped into and then promptly fell out of, into the water. Which wouldn't have been so bad if Logan Martin was cleaner, but it's full of nasty Coosa River water.
And so was I.
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