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s/v Kaimu Wharram Catamaran

Vessel Name: Kaimu
Vessel Make/Model: Wharram Custom
Hailing Port: Norwalk, CT
Crew: Andy and the Kaimu Crew
About: Sailors in the Baltimore, Annapolis, DC area.
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16 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Let's not Save America

Eve and her cousin from Annapolis attended the event in the marina, and I was advised there were 4000 tickets sold. The governor was there and photos will be uploaded to his site. Cousin knows all about Annapolis politics. DNR who runs the marina are headquartered in Annapolis.

13 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Superspreader IV

These are hard weeks when I have to prepare to go back to my catamaran, Kaimu, in Georgia, near Fernandina. I will miss my friends up here in Crisfield, but hopefully some of the old crowd in the boatyard in Georgia will be there.

12 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Too Much Merlot

I turned on the blower to clear any gasoline fumes prior to attempting to start the Atomic 4 engine, also called the Atomic Bomb. No noise from the blower fan motor. Maybe a fuse. Just did not want to blow myself and a good portion of the marina to hell.

07 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

All About Eve

It was time to get fresh fuel for the Atomic 4 and start the engine. First the fuel lines have to be primed, then reconnected to the tank. I primed them with a half liter water bottle with its top cut off and a small funnel that fit into the end of the fuel line. It took more fuel than I expected [...]

03 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Very Bad Crowd

I was almost out of water and headed to the grocers. Just as I was heading back Eve called and asked if I wanted to go to Deal Island with her and Cuddily. Of course. Her house is not far from the grocers and I biked over. Off we went. I had never been to Deal Island before.

01 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Bad Enough

I began asking around, making phone calls, visiting websites, looking for a way to dispose of my 20 gallons or so of 3 year old gasoline that I pumped out of the fuel tank. By chance I met an old fellow who was looking at a skiff-like boat for sale on a trailer in the marina. We chatted and the subject [...]

Let's not Save America

16 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Small Craft Warning
Eve and her cousin from Annapolis attended the event in the marina, and I was advised there were 4000 tickets sold. The governor was there and photos will be uploaded to his site. Cousin knows all about Annapolis politics. DNR who runs the marina are headquartered in Annapolis.
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There were many “Do not let DNR ruin the Manokin” signs around the event. This is an issue I don’t know too much about, but apparently DNR wants to coat the bottom of the Manokin with crushed rock and then oyster shells, and then seed the bottom with oysters. The watermen oppose this and say it will ruin the Manokin. This is a case of “it is broke” and the DNR wants to fix it.
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Eve was headed for the Legion and I texted Cuddily also about the strange stolen package that turned up back on her daughter’s porch. She replied that Buster had come down from Massachusetts and took his boat and trailer. Did not come into her house. She said she would join us at the Legion. I began biking there. I had biked to the house on Cove St. twice, to the city dock once, around the event taking photos, none with the Governor, and up to the grocers and back. Now I was on to the Legion. I flew along. I am getting stronger every day, mostly.
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As I came into the last straightaway into the Legion parking lot I looked for a vehicle with a boat trailer and boat attached. That would be Buster who enjoys a beer with his military compatriots. Not a bad guy, but I was on a recon mission, Cuddily couldn’t come here if he was here. He wasn’t here, Eve’s cousin’s vehicle was. I biked up to the outside deck and they were waving to me. I texted Cuddily, “They’re here, “the coast is clear”.
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The joke is: A couple are going to bed when the phone rings, the wife answers it and says, How the hell do I know, and slams down the phone. Husband says what was that?, she says some woman is asking me if the coast is clear. It’s 200 miles away.
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I order a merlot, of course, and the new item on the menu, Thai chicken spring rolls. We are outside. Eve and her cousin are working political contacts. Eve is drunk. Her cousin must appreciate her just as much as I do and puts up with it. It pains me, maybe I have to be the one to say no, but not today. Cuddily saunters up to join us. I’m glad to see her. Maybe she can relax after her recent sleepless nights.
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A pizza comes out for Eve and her cousin. Her cousin eats normally, but Eve is obviously unwell, she tears at it, eats. I have my spring rolls and offer to Cuddily. She is hungry and eats one. She has a burger coming. That is the special here tonight. Mitchell, the chef, comes over and talks. He is half in the bag. Teri, another great artist, comes from her car, I don’t know how I can recognize her from such a distance, she comes to us on the deck. Eve and cousin leave and I keep an eye on them out into the parking lot. I am concerned. They left a slice of pepperoni pizza which I consume after an appropriate time of consideration.
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Cuddily and Teri are beautiful in conversation. It’s like I’m intruding. We talk about cameras, optics, images, framing, composition, and who is going to get the next wine. Teri lives on one wine, Cuddily is done, I am the only one to go back and get another. I offer to fix Teri’s toilet seat, not that I want to intrude there, but she needs help.
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We leave separately, Cuddily wants to go out through the outside deck steps where she had problems, she had none this time, Teri went out the same way she came in, through the front door. We sort of meet in the parking lot, Cuddily getting into her car and nearby Teri, I say, maybe she doesn’t want to associate with us. Teri laughs. It’s good to get her to laugh. She lost her husband not too long ago. It’s not the same when you lose someone who’s still alive.
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I leave on the bike, I’m not aerodynamic, into the wind I have a greater difficulty than going up a hill, I am wide. But tonight there is no wind. Just the wind I make by driving the bike with my legs. I know the limitation, it’s my lungs, I go for it and fly along. Back at the marina I have to stop at the pedestrian gate and enter the code. I fly along in the marina. Back to the boat.
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The next day I call the post office to see if they know anything about the missing package that showed up mysteriously the next day. The postmaster says it was delivered twice but didn’t know how that could have happened. More later.
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On a whim I took the bike on a short 6 mile jaunt from the marina to Ape Hole Road, then to Ashbury Church, then down Cove Street to the marina. It was a beautiful day without too much wind. In the marina I met with Kai, who sails his homebuilt J. R. Benford ketch. I mentioned that Jack van Ommen had visited the Cove, but I wasn’t aware of it until I looked at his track on line and he had already departed. Kai had seen him leave. Jack is headed to Cape Charles, the town, not the actual cape.
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During the recent crab and clam event an area in the middle of the parking lot was cordoned off with yellow police tape. It turned out the water main had broken and that area was flooded. Water was running into a nearby culvert. The marina had to shut off the water to the entire marina. Fortunately the event had rented porta-johns, so it was possible to take care of business. The marina crew and some city public works people were digging up a large area of the parking lot. I guess the water was springing up in several places. It was hard for them to find the source of the problem.
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This morning I biked around the marina looking for the NRP building and found it over near the Coast Guard station. It must have a separate water main and is designated as the temporary rest rooms while the marina water is shut down. I biked near the site of the big dig and there was a geyser of water, guess they found the leak. A gas powered high volume pump was pumping but the water was still pouring in. They may have attempted a repair and now under pressure it gave way.
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I had had a sleepless night due to aches and soreness from my little bike ride the day before. I felt good but couldn’t sleep until the early morning hours. I felt groggy and it was time to call Sea Mark Marine, the local boatyard to get information about hauling out. Their phone was disconnected. I biked over to the yard and a fellow with a brown dog was walking along. I asked if he knew anything about the boatyard, that I had called and found the phone disconnected. He replied that he did some work in the yard and answered my questions. He gave me the cell number of the owner. I texted the owner and got no reply. Later I called and he answered right away. He gave me the rates and we discussed he needed about a week’s notice before hauling me out. I said I needed to start the engine and make sure it was running OK before I scheduled.
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It was a big night at the Legion, Tuscany Chicken was the special. I had to take a shower first, and not at the marina, but at the Police building over by the Coast Guard. The showers there were not as nice as the marina. The shower was like 10 chimpanzees spitting on you, not very good. Spittle. The hot water didn’t come on until the shower was almost done. But I can’t complain. The shower on Sunsplash is equally bad.
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I endured it and headed back up the docks, it wasn’t nearby, and received some texts as to when I was going to go out to the Legion. I had to run an errand to the wine store first, then I ran into Malcolm whose trawler is right at the area where the digging and water main repair was taking place. Perhaps they had made a repair. On Sunsplash the water line from the dock was dripping, indicating they had turned on the water.
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I biked to the Legion in 8 minutes,, and I wasn’t really trying hard. No headwinds. A glass of merlot on an outside table. A photo of the merlot sent to the Bad Crowd. I sat for a while and enjoyed the intricate clouds up above. Some other patrons out on the deck may have wondered why I had put a few more chairs under my table.
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Cuddily appeared almost by magic, although I could see her townhouse from my seat and checked from time to time, anxious for her arrival. She had a nice blue outfit. We had both had sleepless nights, old people with their aches and pains. Our conversation was interrupted by Eve, and her guest, and then Cornelia Marie arrived with Nori, the wonder dog. The table was filling up. Wine cups were filling up. Diana arrived without her dog. She may have had some wine before she joined us. She sat right next to me. Intoxicating.
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The light was getting good, the sun was setting lower and lower. I went out and took a few shots when it wasn’t even near sunset. Then I took Nori out on her leash to sniff around on her way all the way out on the pier. She sniffed at every seagull splat on the walkway. I finally got her back to the table where CM thanked me for doing what I did. I didn’t need any thanks.
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The food arrived and we all agreed it was spectacular. Mitch had really done it. More wine was drunk, more photos were taken of the elaborate sunset, clouds aflame, then some had to go home, I felt that every person that left had not had my full attention, I wanted so much to enjoy them, and they, as they left, made me want to do it again, maybe I would be able to make up. We had planned another Pizza Night, oh no, yes, again.
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The image is of a political sign implying that I will save America, that won’t happen, I think everything is fine.

Superspreader IV

13 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Perfect Weather
These are hard weeks when I have to prepare to go back to my catamaran, Kaimu, in Georgia, near Fernandina. I will miss my friends up here in Crisfield, but hopefully some of the old crowd in the boatyard in Georgia will be there.
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If you have friends, relatives, children, don’t worry about traveling physically to be with them, they know you, just a good connection via the internet will suffice. Our hearts have been torn by the pandemic, they say depression and anxiety are rampant, I feel it myself. Those of us who are thrown together hunker down and can only do so for so long, we want to shrug it off and resume our former activities, to hell with the pandemic.
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I am bummed, the umbilical electrical cord that I ordered at a discount from eBay was delivered, and we dropped it into a dock cart and then had wine and cheese steaks at the Legion. It was gone when I returned.
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It’s not the financial blow of having someone steal your stuff, it’s the awful idea that someone would do that. I ordered another cord. Done. Malcolm, my friend, who was on security duty helped me narrow the time when the theft occurred down to an hour or so the evening before.
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Eve had given me stuff to take back to my refrigerator, slices of pizza, some toppings, the other night. In the morning I made an omelet. It came out OK, not my usual, but good for camping on a boat.
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Eve and I are all gas and no brakes. Dangerous machines. I kind of know how things will turn out when I get involved with her. The cocktail hour starts early and dinner is always late. I am OK with some friends coming over, she engineers it. She is breaking down my social boundaries. Eve will buy drinks for those who the state troopers are eyeing for DWI.
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It’s hard to get a DWI on a bicycle, but maybe it could happen, I’ve skirted the issue. Will I be killed in a vehicle or on a bicycle. Or on a sailboat.
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Today is Wednesday and it is the annual Crab and Clam Festival which was always held in July, but is postponed to today in October due to the pandemic. The marina is completely full and it holds a lot of cars. Cars are parked outside the marina on all the local streets, on people’s lawns, as far away as the city dock. This would qualify as another superspreader event. September had a surge in covid cases after the festivities of Labor Day and the Hard Crab Derby. Cases had started to fall off and now we are tempting our health fate again. Tickets for today’s event are $60 a head and there must be well over a thousand people here.
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Someone who knows said there were about 2500 people at the event in the marina.
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I had ordered a small amount of epoxy hardener from Raka in Florida and they don’t provide tracking numbers unless you ask, so I went to CM’s house to see if it arrived. There was a package there. It was from the same vendor who sold me the electrical cable that was stolen. My, that’s fast delivery, I just ordered it yesterday. I checked the tracking number and it’s the same package that was stolen from the marina. Curiouser and curiouser.
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The image was taken today at the Crab and Clam Festival.

Too Much Merlot

12 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | overcast, drizzle
I turned on the blower to clear any gasoline fumes prior to attempting to start the Atomic 4 engine, also called the Atomic Bomb. No noise from the blower fan motor. Maybe a fuse. Just did not want to blow myself and a good portion of the marina to hell.
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I am allergic to gasoline. I play games on my phone and on the computer, itching my scalp, must be gasoline, pondering how to proceed. Maybe I’m procrastinating. But I have lived as long as I have by being so.
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The big thing in my life right now is, after so many years, my NFL team, the NY Jets, may have a good quarterback in Zach Wilson. They will play in London at 9:30 am Eastern time on Sunday. I could watch any NFL game at the American Legion, but they are not open at 9:30 AM on Sunday.
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The boater’s lounge where I watched a few football games had been disassembled. I didn’t know why. Malcolm, who works a couple days for the marina, and who lives on a trawler with his lovely wife Nancy, engages me in conversation from time to time. We are the same same age, same involvement with boats. He says another marina worker had started to disassemble the lounge because the TV wasn’t working.
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I thought I might take a stab at it. I’m a retired broadcast engineer. I had been riding my bike down around the city dock, then returned to the boater’s lounge. The TV seemed to be all right, turned on and the screen said there was nothing at HDMI1. An input.
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If I had a remote I could work the TV and confirm the set up and eliminate that as part of the problem. There was no remote. There were buttons on the back of the set, but without my reading glasses I couldn’t see what they were. Retiree.
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It wasn’t too hard to go back to Sunsplash and get my reading glasses and a pen and notepad. I took note of the buttons on the back of the set. Channel up and down, Volume up and down, reset, input, and power.
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I went into the menu function and reset a few of the obvious settings that were off the scale. At some point I thought the TV was functioning normally, but the cable box was sending a signal that resulted in a small image on the TV. I pulled the power plug on the box and restarted it. I had to hit its power button again. Bingo, I had full screen high definition TV. I was elated. I could watch the Jets on Sunday morning.
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It was another grilled tuna night at the Legion. I biked there early and had a merlot, took a picture of it and sent it out. The response was Cuddily arriving by car. Eve, the artist, said she could be there at around 6. Cuddily and I commiserated over glasses of wine. Eve showed up and we ordered our tuna steaks. It was late and we ate in the dark. My tuna, which I ordered plain, medium rare, was overly salted and peppered. The teriyaki sauce was salty, too much soy, and the wasabi was volcanic, explosive. Fortunately the roasted potatoes could absorb a lot of this saltiness and fire. It was a good dinner.
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When we went to the bar to pay our bills, this place has no wait service, Cuddily seemed to be unsteady, paid her bill with cash, and Mitchell the chef quickly came to her rescue and drove her home, nearby on the waterfront, he was back in just a few minutes while I paid my bill.
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I woke up around 9:30 and procrastinated about getting up and about. I had a sudoku challenge kind of game on my phone and I could spend all day on that. I got a text from Eve, the artist, about aligning her chop saw. I had downloaded the user’s manual and it was a tedious procedure.
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I didn’t shower and was going slow. I went to the boaters lounge and watched some of the Maryland Terrapins football game. The Terps. 42-10 at halftime against Ohio State. Yeah, I don’t care about that game either.
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I cycled up Cove Street to Eve’s house and we went into her basement. The chop saw was there. She was afraid to use it, the lower blade guard had exploded, plastic, gone. No guard. Not really a problem unless you shove your hands into the saw. The alignment needed some right angle squares and some allen wrenches. The saw itself had a problem, there is a pivot bearing that can screw everything up if it is not sound. It was kind of sloppy. This is a precision saw and needs the basic elements to stay in place, no play, or else any alignment is going to be compromised.
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The saw probably should have been rebuilt to take any slop out of all of its pivoting actions. I just did the alignments delicately allowing that the saw did have a tendency to fall into a certain place no matter what you asked it to do.
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She had to check in a guest to her AirB&B and came back. I was done with adjustments, let’s cut miter joints. I think we cut 3 miter joints and she reacted to the noise of the saw, the whirring bare blade, with a suggestion that maybe we should go upstairs and have a glass of wine.
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There was a game of throwing the ball with her beautiful black lab bitch Kahlua. Inside in the kitchen we debated to go out to eat or make some food. I didn’t care how I looked. I wasn’t too funky but I had a long sleeved pullover with a hole near my waist, my wallet was on the boat, I needed to wash my hands. She contacted her friends to see what was happening and we decided to have some spaghetti and bolognese sauce. She had canned tomato sauce in her pantry and got two jars out.
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I prepped one red hot pepper. I would have loved to have done more. This woman is a wonder in the kitchen. She knows what to do and does it, get out of her way. I got to try to saute some frozen beef while she attacked a bunch of vegetables for salad. I added some of the ingredients to the meat in the sautee pan, mushrooms, 2 jars of marinara, and continued to try to separate the meat from itself. Garlic that she had prepped went in. Wonderful aroma coming up from the sauce, but let it simmer. Lets go outside and play with the dog some more.
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I didn’t offer to throw the dog’s ball, wet with dog spit, Eve uses an old glove to do it, I can’t stand it, she says. Back inside the water for the pasta is already starting to boil. The pasta goes in, just enough for two. The salad is there as if by magic, she had made two salad bowls and concocted blue cheese dressing in both of them. We are helping each other bring the salads out to the art studio along with utensils, napkins, and our wines.
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I use a fork to try the pasta, it is too al dente, needs another a minute or two. I shred parmesan from a block. The odor from the cheese rises and I form a pile of it. That’s enough. I scoop up pasta from the pot onto my plate and grab a bunch of the shredded parmesan. Mix the hot pasta with the shredded cheese. Takes a while. Get 5 scoops of the bolognese meat sauce and continue mixing. The heat melts the cheese.
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We go out to the rocking chairs in the studio with our plates of pasta. Our wines are already there. The salads are already there. Kahlua is very interested in our food and Eve says no, lay down. Very nice meal.
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Afterwards Eve wanted me to return a mason jar that Nancy and Malcolm had sent up some of their delectable sauerkraut. We had extra bolognese sauce. She put it in the jar. I would take it back to the marina and return the jar and the sauce to them.
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While I was in the boaters lounge earlier, watching an awful Maryland football game, Malcolm stopped in and I could show him how I fixed the TV. He wanted me to fill in for him this winter, if I were staying around, also if I needed extra money, there was part time work in the marina.
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My time in Crisfield is coming to an end in the next few weeks. Can’t ask for a better place for a boater who is out on the water to come to rest and recuperate. Anyplace I go will not have the friendship opportunities that are here. The place that has nothing has a whole lot.
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Cornelia Marie had the pizza oven in her basement and her house was locked up tight. She was spending more time with Wilbur, her tennis partner, and it looked like I might not get the oven back and I wanted to have Pizza Night someday. It all worked out splendidly, CM brought the oven to Eve’s house, we planned pizza night for that night. I had to shower, get picked up by Eve, go get pizza ingredients at the Food Lion, and get some liquor at the drive through liquor store.
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We did the usual, raising dough, having some wine, malbec, it goes well with pizza. I didn’t want to eat in the dark so insisted that we get things going at about 5. Cuddily showed up. Wine. I began making a pie. Eve didn’t want to eat so early. CM and Wilbur showed up with Nori, the wonder dog. The dogs raced around the yard. I closed the gate to keep them in. I finished making a margarita pie and shoved it into the oven. That’ll be our hors d'oeuvre's Eve said.
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I began to realize we all were highly charged personalities with lots of stuff to remonstrate about. We had to take our turns. My pie came out of the oven and I took the first slice, too salty. Edible. CM made a pie and it went in. Eve made a pie and it went in. CM and Wilbur made a pie. It went in. In between we drained the wine bottles and considered the strange weather, clouds from the North, winds blowing things off the table now and then. Dogs pleading for some pizza pie or anything edible. It was not the Bad Crowd that is so raucous, it was a different sort of crowd. I think we all hated to end the evening. There was terrible flooding in Crisfield and on my way back to the marina I was in deep water at times.
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The next day we had to stow away the pizza gear and Eve helped me bring a heavy package to the marina, it was a 30 amp power cable for the boat. I left it in a dock cart and we headed to the Legion for wine and cheesesteak sandwiches. Cuddily joined us and we chatted a while. When I returned to the marina my package was gone. In the morning I checked with the marina hoping they had brought the package to the office as a lost and found item. Malcolm who was working security the evening when the package disappeared said he saw it in the cart at 7:30 but didn’t look at the shipping label or do anything with it. I was on board Sunsplash by 8:30, so we have pinpointed the time, within an hour, when the package was taken. I ordered a replacement.
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The image is of a glass of merlot, incorrectly overpoured by the bartender at the Legion, I won’t correct them.

All About Eve

07 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | beautiful weather
It was time to get fresh fuel for the Atomic 4 and start the engine. First the fuel lines have to be primed, then reconnected to the tank. I primed them with a half liter water bottle with its top cut off and a small funnel that fit into the end of the fuel line. It took more fuel than I expected to fill the line, then I jammed it on the fuel tank spigot and tightened the double hose clamps. I used a Baja filter funnel to pour the gas into the tank.
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I was apprehensive about starting the engine, maybe check things out completely. I remounted the instrument panel including the choke control for the engine. I could start it, but I took a long break. It was sunny with high clouds. I ran a couple errands on the bike. Maybe I could go back to the Legion later, I felt like I could use a talk with Cuddily who lives near the Legion. I sent her a text. No reply. I called Eve. She was making salsa for the ladies to have a dinner at her house. I waited. It was past 5 o’clock. I made a ham and cheese sandwich. This time I toasted the bread right on the grill after spreading olive oil on it. Then I sprinkled Italian spices and garlic powder on the bread. I put ham in the skillet and got it sizzling. I piled cheese on it and turned the grill off, let the concoction melt together. Put it on the bread and I had a grilled cheese and ham sandwich, but assembled, not grilled altogether.
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I had some wine with the sandwich and clouds began filling in, the sunny day became an overcast day. The phone rang and it was Cuddily. I was glad to hear from her. My therapy session could begin. Maybe only 2 hours on the phone. No charge.
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I woke up around 5AM, strangely hungry. Crackers and cheese? Wine? The wine glass was still full from the night. I had a bunch of rolls from the bakery. No crackers. More ham and cheese with wine. I turned on the radio that had been off for a few days. WBYC. I heard a song with the phrase Charlemagne’s Hometown. I googled it. It was James McMurtry. He is the son of Larry McMurtry, prolific novelist and screenwriter. I ended up listening to a set by him and his band on Austin City Limits on YouTube. I hate country music. What a strange morning. The sun hadn’t even come up yet.
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I’m not sure if I went back to sleep. I did ride down to the city dock and back, this time I used roads not the marina back door near the Tawes museum. Maybe I would start the engine now. I procrastinated more. Eve the artist, texted me, what are you doing?, she had also texted that today would be a sauerkraut and pork chop dinner for me. I replied I’m just dawdling. She wanted to go look at plants. I showered and waited for her at the marina front office. We were off to look at plants.
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She reminds me of one of my sisters. I was hungry, maybe we would get lunch and have some orange crushes. She was in an angry mood. I did not want to really get to the bottom of her anger, but I knew I had to do something. I had had some good counseling just the night before, we need help sometimes from friends. A friend is someone who loves you when you aren’t even there. I listened and knew I couldn’t fix her anger. Just don’t be inert. Put out an idea, the anger will kill it, wait, put out another idea. Eve has the patience of a curious cat. We toy with the idea of going to Don’s, the nearby posh watering hole. She has pork chops and sauerkraut stewing in the slow cooker and we have a couple of boxes of Black Box wine in the back of her huge SUV. Just get back to Crisfield.
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I forget about the time. I’m hungry. The food needs to be cooked, the potatoes, the pork chops are probably ready enough. No greens. We sit outside and drink wine. Check on potatoes from time to time. I am barefoot with my aqua socks footwear discarded in her foyer. She wants to show me what she wants to do with her property. I thought you might be selling it, it’s such a chore for you. She is a dynamo but is getting run down, maybe a smaller place, I say she loves this house. It’s too much she says.
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We have to go out on her front enclosed porch where she works at her art and has a lot of pieces there to see, some finished, some in progress. She doesn’t paint like most other artists. Her works take a lot of time as she works the paint, getting things right, getting what she wants. Her cooking is probably not quite the same, maybe similar. When you cook, you can’t go back and recook something that isn’t right. She is a great artist and a great cook.
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We refill our glasses. Outside she tosses a ball to her black lab bitch, Kahlua, who runs around and can grab the ball right out of the air. I get bit by a mosquito. We go back inside. I can’t seem to get her off her angry mood. We have a great dinner fit for a Polack, like me, pork stewed with sauerkraut, and mashed potatoes. Just like mamma used to make, but maybe a bit better, sauerkraut from Nancy on the trawler in the marina, a very different flavor. I ate a second big portion.
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It was just dinner for us two, no one else, I said, tonight’s our night, she said no no, but it was our night together, anger and love, just a sista and a bro, she sent me on my way on my bike, please close the gate, I went down the road to the marina.
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I slept until 10:30 the next morning and felt great. What looks like a rainy weekend looms before us. The image is a sunset shot taken at the Legion a few days ago.

Very Bad Crowd

03 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Perfect Weather
I was almost out of water and headed to the grocers. Just as I was heading back Eve called and asked if I wanted to go to Deal Island with her and Cuddily. Of course. Her house is not far from the grocers and I biked over. Off we went. I had never been to Deal Island before.
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It is about 30 miles by road, a lot closer by boat. It was a beautiful day and the countryside was low and flat, miles and miles of it. At Deal we came to the end of the road and a small bar called Arby’s. Beer on tap, pool table, two flat screens, one with NFL network on it, the other with Fox News. The ladies did not care for either show, I was OK with the endless football hype on the NFL network. We had flounder, fries, and cole slaw. Eve had soft shell crab sandwich. They kept saying I was very quiet today. I had my thoughts to myself. I was also taking it all in. Somehow the day had gone by and we’d be lucky to get back to Crisfield by sunset. Cuddily doesn’t like to drive after dark.
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Back in Crisfield I biked back to the marina, gates close at 5PM now. There is a chill in the air. Fall is upon us. The corn stalks, miles and miles of them, are brown and ready for harvest. I had purchased a couple of acorn squash while at How Sweet It Is with Eve. My intent was to organize a dinner at Cuddily’s house with Eve the chef. Cuddily doesn’t like men taking command and I was sort of doing that. The women communicate and a directive results, no dinner at Cuddily’s, but smoked salmon at Cornelia Marie’s. CM doesn’t want the squash baked at her house, we will have to do it at Eve’s house. The squash are at Cuddily’s. I am the last to know of some of these details. CM brings the squash to Eve’s after a crab fishing day with her tennis partner. I go to Eve’s on my bike.
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At Eve’s I prep the squash. Chopping the acorn squash in half is intimidating. It’s like splitting firewood. We preheat the oven a bit, scoop the seeds out, place the squash halves face down in a cookie pan with water. Into the oven. I open a magnum of Barefoot malbec and pour a glass. I go outside to cool off. I’m still perspiring from the bike ride. I set the timer for 20 minutes. Eve throws the ball with her black lab bitch, Kahlua, the timer goes off. Inside we take the tray of squash out and place them right side up. I rub olive oil on the rims of the squash and put a dab of butter in each one. I dust them with cinnamon and sprinkle a little sea salt on them. Back into the oven, set the timer for 20 again. Pour another glass of malbec. We go back outside.
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We talk about Eve’s photos that we saved from her old computer. The timer goes off. Inside we are greeted by a wonderful aroma. I wish we had some nutmeg to add to the cinnamon. We have to let the squash sit. They are basically done but I want to brown them with broiler before we go to CM’s. Eve says I cooked the squash too soon, way out of time. We go to her front porch art studio and look at paintings. One I really like. Others not complete. She takes a lot of time painting and the paintings kind of evolve until she is happy.
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She goes into the kitchen and prepares green beans with rutabaga and maybe garlic. I take a photo of her, she looks just like Martha Stewart at the stove. I pour another malbec, well the bottle won’t be depleted by too much, it’s a magnum. The stove is hot but off and a casserole dish and baguette are in there warming. We’re in sync now. I need ten minutes to broil a crust on the squash. It doesn’t quite work out, the oven control has most of its label worn off. The broiling is not enough, but the food is ready, let’s go, we will be right on time.
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Kahlua gets into the giant SUV, the squash covered in aluminum foil goes in the back as well at the foil wrapped baguette and the casserole dish of green beans. I hold the magnum of wine between my legs as we mosey down Cove Street.
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Things seem a bit disorganized there, it turns out the smoker with the salmon cooled down too much. Another batch of coals were burning in a separate device, but no one puts them in with the salmon. CM needs newspaper or some kind of paper to crack open crabs. I go with tennis partner to the marina where we invade the boater’s lounge to steal complimentary publications, like Salt Water Angler, and such, Prop Talk. By the time the salmon has smoked, the other food is cold, the crabs, fresh today, are consumed. Some seem a little small.
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Cuddily was supposed to attend but said she didn’t feel well. The four of us have a cold half of acorn squash apiece. The green beans are scooped up and the salmon is dished out. By now it is dark and hard to see what we are eating. Need outdoor lighting. I have another glass of malbec, the bottle is almost empty, no one else was drinking it. I finished a magnum by myself, but it was spread over several hours. We had to stumble in the dark clearing the picnic table and getting stuff inside. I return to Eve’s to get my bike and return to the marina.
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The next day I find I cannot work on my fuel situation without getting more fresh fuel. I find out the boater’s lounge has been taken apart. The only place to watch football is at the Legion. I head there on my bike and start a tab. Yuengling beer is 2 bucks a can with wings and pizza at a discount too. The place has subscribed to Sunday Ticket so I can watch any football game that I want. Of course I’ll watch the Jets.
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Sunday Ticket was something we started at GroupW along with ESPN College Football. I did the system timing for the 12 playback rooms. That was a long time ago. Now I’m having cheap beer and watching the NY Jets. They are such losers, but today they play well and keep up with the Titans, a very strong team. It is a brutal game. I hear from some of the Bad Crowd, Teri will have a gathering organized by some of her friends, and indeed some of them arrive. I feel stupid watching a football game intently while friends assemble outside on the deck that overlooks a magnificent waterscape. The Jets go to overtime and finally win their first game in a long time by 3 points. I go outside and there is a chair next to Teri which I take. Cuddily isn’t there, maybe I’ve taken her seat. I send her a picture of the crowd, she says she will just have a wine on her deck, still not feeling too well.
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I do my best to fit in with a large crowd of people and then Cuddily arrives. She won’t take the seat I offer but drags a chair to speak with the other side of the crowd. Belinda arrives by bicycle with her fiance. The crowd is too large to mingle on this deck. I have to move to allow lanes of traffic. No wait staff here, go to the bar and get your drink and return. Might take a while. I announce I have to go and I go inside to pay my tab. The other cyclists have to leave also and we pedal off together for a while. I’m going to the marina and split off. It is a beautiful day.
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The image is of the baked squash.

Bad Enough

01 October 2021 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Perfect Weather
I began asking around, making phone calls, visiting websites, looking for a way to dispose of my 20 gallons or so of 3 year old gasoline that I pumped out of the fuel tank. By chance I met an old fellow who was looking at a skiff-like boat for sale on a trailer in the marina. We chatted and the subject of old gas came up and he said he had disposed of 200 gallons of old fuel from a houseboat. The marina, which is run by the Dept. of Natural Resources helped him find a service to remove the fuel.
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I tried calling DNR and the lady who answered disconnected the call when she tried to transfer me. This happened again and again. Finally I was able to speak to someone and they said they do not do anything with old fuel. I called the contact person of Somerset County recycling and he affirmed Somerset has no Hazardous Household Waste program, which would include old gasoline. He did know of a company that removes fuel tanks from gas stations when they have to replace their tanks and he provided a name and a number. I called them, West Fuel Services, and found they would take my old fuel for a reasonable fee or they could come and get it with their big truck for a rather larger fee. I contacted Eve, the artist, about hiring her to transport my old fuel to West’s business up near Salisbury, up near Tall Tales, our favorite bistro up that way.
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Eve was staining her back steps when I arrived by bicycle. Although we had mostly blue sky above, rain started falling. Eve put her stuff away and said she couldn’t paint in the rain. We rode to the marina where I had stashed 20 one gallon jugs of old fuel at the head of K dock. We loaded the fuel into her huge SUV and took off for the fuel disposal company. When I called them I was told the fuel recovery truck was up in Ocean City, could I do it some other day? After some pleading I would be allowed to drop off the jugs of gasoline at the business site and it would be disposed some time later. The address was in a town called Snow Hill, it was not in Salisbury, and it was quite a ways away.
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Snow Hill is a very pretty town with some nice restaurants. It is adjacent to Pocomoke River State Park. Beautiful country up there. After dropping off the fuel we decided to cross the peninsula to Salisbury and have lunch at Tall Tales. I was going to reimburse Eve for her fuel and her time, but she said the lunch was enough. We returned to Crisfield and took a back road. A jeep vehicle was following us and Eve said I wonder if that is Diana. Yes it was. We were now headed to the Legion.
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Diana had been away for about a week and the time was right to commiserate at the Legion over a glass of wine or two. Cuddily showed up with Teri a short time later. It was the Bad Crowd back together. I had ridden over on my bike so that I could return directly to the marina. Back on board I slept without the smell of stale gasoline. My allergic congestion that had been persistent was now gone.
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I had the new fuel gauge sender delivered on CM’s porch. Eve texted me about her old computer. It was all on Cove St., her back steps were newly painted. I called her from the backyard, yes, I could come in. We went upstairs to the room where the computer was, would it respond. It slowly booted up. I attached old style keyboard and mouse to the pink and purple ports on the back of the computer.. It booted up after a while.
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She was interested in saving a bunch of old pictures. We got into her previous life, llamas, a farm in upstate New York. Fingerlakes, snow, Amish houses, farms, some vistas that were not breathtaking, but soul taking. We ended up copying the whole pictures folder to a thumb drive. We had about 45 minutes, acording to Windows, and had to go to the wine store for some bottles of wine, or a box, or two. We returned and went upstairs to see if the computer was done copying, it was. I powered it down, removed the sides of the case and removed the hard drive. The computer was ready to be donated.
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Karen arrived and we went to an open house event, a motel near the marina was reopening with a new name. There were speeches and a ton of food and drink. It was a beautiful day, a crowd of people, a superspreader event.
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When I returned to the marina it was dark and a beautiful crab boat was lit up with blue interior lights. The image is of that boat.
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