At the turn towards the bridge, I shut off the inverter and plunge my boat into darkness. Amid the brightly lit boats, I am invisible. I lower the home-made battering ram and take aim at the Boston Whaler blasting “Jingle Bells” for the forty-second straight time.
My boat is incandescent, slowly cruising in the Christmas lighted-boat parade. A nine-foot metal tree, adorned with garish blue, green, yellow and red lights, is mounted on the forward fishing platform. Green and white lights strobe brightly along the hull. Plastic icicles hang from the hardtop, lighting up in sequence like falling snow.
At the turn towards the bridge, I shut off the inverter and plunge my boat into darkness. Amid the brightly lit boats, I am invisible. I lower the home-made battering ram and take aim at the Boston Whaler blasting “Jingle Bells” for the forty-second straight time.
Kim Favors
13/12/2019 05:15:52 am
Read this at least twice. And then I looked up Edward Teach. Great spin. Bravo!
Bob Ellis
13/12/2019 11:41:30 am
Thanks. Appreciate your comment; sorry about having to look him up!
Ed N. White
13/12/2019 12:55:01 pm
Living on the canal and watching the brightly-lit, loud-blaring boats go by, then return, and repeat their parade, I can appreciate this sentiment. Comments are closed.
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