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Diesel Duck?









Yes, it seems my Dad plus a duck equals the Diesel duck. What is this world coming to?

The man who envisioned sailing around the world and taught his children to lust after the same is cashing in his chips and getting a tug boat? Steel no less??? Where is the man I knew? Motor power? Isn't this Mr. No SUVs???

It seems our jaunt up the coast to RI this summer made the man realize, he is in fact, a man. Mortal, as it were. Not the spry 20,30,40,50 (wait for it...) or even 60 year old man. Nope, this guy believes he'll be peg-legging it around, in a wheelchair, smoking up a storm on the high seas. So he want this:


Sure, he'll tell you the Diesel Duck has sails that can drive the boat at a whopping 4 knots (which is good speed on little Prickly Pear, but that is besides the point). Sure he can ram anything this side of an Exxon Tanker and bounce off. Sure it is built by skilled Hong Kongese (or is it Hong Kongers, Hong Kongites, Hong Kongerolies? I give up).

Another change to deal with. Caryl has signed right up onto this nightmare of a plan. Gone will be the peaceful whoosh of the sea and wind, replaced with the industrial clang of machinery. Gone is the fragrant trade winds, replaced with the dark spume of waste. As a saving grace, maybe the horn will be "quack! quack!.... Gone is the vision of my hero on the sea:

Anyhow, to each their own. Tolerance is something I've learned (though, not from the old man- ha). At least I'll get a chuckle out of flipping off the next powerboat that gives me wake... knowing it just might be the old man. Or at least Mel will, as she is in charge of the flipping-off department...

Comments

Anonymous said…
Never underestimate the POWER of the dark side ... Jon, listen to your father ...

HA! You will become a powerboater yet.

Noj nOj noJ
9:58 AM
Anonymous said…
Nice plaement of the photos ... I like how they are on opposing sides. Good work Mr. Melon.

Noj nOj noJ
2:48 PM
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