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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
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03 June 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Prejudicial Treatment

The excitement of a new baby in the family had me receiving phone calls from all over. The common denominator is that we talked about the weather and food. That makes me hungry and start planning to cook. Cuddily suggested we go to Sysco in Pocomoke to see what wine selection they had there and also [...]

25 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Cap'n Granpa

The Memorial Day weekend was coming up and it is a big deal in Crisfield as well as most of the rest of the Chesapeake. It is the traditional beginning of the summer season. All the boats are launched or commissioned, lots of activity in the marina, motors started up for the first time in a long time, [...]

21 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Cap'n Overboard

The awful jobs get done last. The Atomic Four was waiting for me to pull off the cylinder head, but there was an emergency job, sort of, the mainsail cover was torn and exposing the sail to U/V, very bad.

12 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Happy Mother's Day

I of course had chicken Parmesan for breakfast on sourdough bread. I have still more in the fridge.

09 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD

Digging In in Crisfield

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01 May 2024 | St. Marys, GA

Preparations

After rowing the dinghy all over the river I thought the next day I would be sore. I was, sort of, but I felt OK. I want to do more rowing. That which does not kill you makes you stronger.

Prejudicial Treatment

03 June 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Summer
The excitement of a new baby in the family had me receiving phone calls from all over. The common denominator is that we talked about the weather and food. That makes me hungry and start planning to cook. Cuddily suggested we go to Sysco in Pocomoke to see what wine selection they had there and also if they had lamb.
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They did not have lamb, but they had our favorite Saddlebred pinot noir. We purchased 10 bottles, leaving a couple for anyone else who wants this wine. We got 2 ½ lbs of shrimp for $18. Good shrimp, like for shrimp cocktail.
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I was planning to make the clam noodle florentine again, so I returned to SUNSPLASH and got to work.
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The previous batch I made had some of the casserole sticking to the sides of the Optima oven. This time I wanted to make it “upside down” and put the breadcrumbs on the bottom and layer the casserole in reverse order.
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The ingredients were too much for the oven, so I had a little snack of the unbaked ingredients. Very tasty and qualifies as comfort food.
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I was looking for lamb to make moussaka. I have a few recipes, but my favorite has to be made from memory, none of the online recipes do what I have done, bake the moussaka in a bundt pan with the eggplant peelings lining the pan skin side out. The bechmel sauce is made separately with a good dose of garlic in it and black pepper, then it is ladled into the molded casserole after it is flipped onto a platter. No lamb, no moussaka. Someday.
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The casserole turned out to be a disappointment. The butter and breadcrumbs burned and gave an off taste to the whole thing. I’m ready to throw it all away. Probably no more than ten bucks of noodles, clams, and burnt breadcrumbs.
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I still had one portion of the previous batch of clam noodle florentine and it tastes fine. Next time we won’t try to insulate the casserole from the oven with breadcrumbs and butter. The clean up was difficult with the burned on mess. Lesson learned.
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The crab traps. The crab traps. You can’t just leave them, they will keep catching crabs. I pulled them up and one had like 2 crabs in it, one little one, and I dumped them back into the inlet along with the bait. The second trap had a good number of crabs, some legal sized or bigger, some smaller. Into the inlet they went, along with their bait. We hosed off the traps. Cuddily washed her hands but said they still had the smell of the rotten fish bait. You have to scrub twice.
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Cuddily made a traditional Irish baked dish which was very good, kind of like shepherd’s pie. I took photos of the late afternoon sun. Nice composition, but no human faces, lifeless landscape. We had quite a crew on hand to consume the food and beverages. I had to return to the marina on my old Serotta bike, the Schwinn had a flat in back. These bikes are strangely similar although they are 30 years apart in age. There is no granny gear on these bikes. Top gear on the big front chain ring will get you about 35 mph as long as you can turn the pedals over. Both bikes.
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I had replacement inner tubes coming in via Amazon and they arrived before the weekend. I was busy. The day before a shipment of TEMU odds and ends came in. A new phone case with more room for my cards. Batteries for the drone. Double sticky tape.
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I replaced the flat inner tube and the stock pedals on the Schwinn. Now I had 3 spare tubes and a spare bike. I rode to Cornelia Marie’s and helped set out chairs near the fire pit and an umbrella on the picnic table. CM put a small grill on the end of the picnic table and lit it off. She was making kabobs with onion and tomato. I had brought a box of pinot noir. The rest of the Bad Crowd showed up with more wine, salad, I think corn, and CM’s chicken wings, on the grill. When I got back to the marina I decided not to try to negotiate the dock on the bicycle, but walk it down the dock. Safety last.
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More photos were coming in of the new baby. He looks like a handsome smart little guy. The women are already fussing around with him. I thought how fragile we are at birth and what odds we face along the way to adulthood. Let’s not think about that, we’re out of eggs.
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I rode the Schwinn up to the market and got eggs. If I spend 30 dollars I get a 10 dollar reward. I realized I was going the wrong way with the linguine and carbs. I needed to get back on the maximum nutrition vs quantity of food diet. I added salad ingredients and an incredibly cheap piece of beef, London Broil for $3.99/lb. I earned my ten dollar reward.
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The beef was way too much for one or even two meals. I cut it into 5 pieces, sliced one piece very thin and grilled it. The rest went into the fridge. I had a salad with yellow sweet pepper, avocado, tomato, romaine, and of course the grilled beef. I should have bought blue cheese. My Italian vinaigrette dressing is fine with this meal.
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The next day I couldn’t do the salad the same way again, although it is one of my favorites. I made tuna salad using remoulade and stuffed a half sweet pepper over romaine and tomatoes, garnished with thin sliced avocado. Healthy. The image is of that salad.

Cap'n Granpa

25 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Summer
The Memorial Day weekend was coming up and it is a big deal in Crisfield as well as most of the rest of the Chesapeake. It is the traditional beginning of the summer season. All the boats are launched or commissioned, lots of activity in the marina, motors started up for the first time in a long time, exhausts spewing oil smoke from winterization.
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It took a couple few days to recover from my nighttime swim with my groceries. I had scraped the dock on the way into the drink and the open wounds were bathed in the foul waters of Somers Cove. I would probably have been happy to swim in such surroundings when I was a small kid, and even later as a windsurfer. Some of the waters I windsurfed in were quite nasty.
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Aboard SUNSPLASH I removed my wet clothing and sorted out the groceries that had been inundated. I wore a colorful set of dry clothes the next day, but I hadn’t showered the marina chum off myself yet. I biked over to Cuddily’s waterfront home and helped her drop a couple crab traps in at her dock, baited with fish heads and tails from her freezer. Her neighbors give her fresh fish if they catch enough and she enjoys that very much as well as stowing future bait in her freezer.
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Our motivation for the crab traps was an idea hatched at the Legion as we contemplated the upcoming holiday, which in Crisfield is “Soft Crab Festival”. We thought of the best soft crabs ever, the soft crabs Eve, the artist, sauteed in Irish butter. We thought of her dinner parties and the fun we used to have. We could have fun again, maybe even start up Pizza Night, but the easiest thing is to bait crab traps and drop them in the water, who knows, we could actually catch some.
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The next day I couldn’t go out in public without hosing my body off, take a shower, get into fresh clothes that aren’t marina scented. There was no bike trip to the Legion or any other social activity, just a short trip to the wine shop. I was looking for two brands of pinot noir, Saddlebred and Angelene or Angeline. They had Saddlebred at $9.80 a 750ml bottle, 20% off in quantities more than 6. I bought Black Box again. As long as they had it I probably would stick to it.
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I had to get more work done but it seemed every step of the way was impeded. The power was out, the power was on, and now the power is out again. This time it is the electrical contractor, big time outage with yellow tape making the dock off limits. These guys don’t fool around. They had a crew of 4 or 5 and a boat oddly made out of conductive aluminum. They had heavy spools of heavy electrical cable, spools of rope to pull new cable, they had the stanchion for slips 23 and 25 dismantled with the heavy duty stubs of cables protruding above the dock where the stanchion had sat. My power was back on and I made breakfast. The marina called and said there were power disruptions on the dock. Really.
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We were to inspect the crab traps after a 48 hour soak. That would be mid afternoon. A blue crab feast was scheduled for 5ish. I had time to kill. I needed to replace my ruined linguine, so I would be biking to the grocers. I rode aimlessly around the marina looking for any signs of the big Soft Shell Crab festival. I rode to the city dock where the main event was scheduled for Sunday afternoon. Nothing. There was an onshore breeze and I could see a strange craft out past Jayne’s Island following the shipping channel, maybe coming to one of the local docks.
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Cuddily called and said she would need help checking the crab traps later. I still had time to kill. Time slowed down, down to the snail’s pace of the strange vessel that came closer. I was aware of the quietness in spite of the breeze in my ears. Quiet Andrew, let the ship come in. As it got closer I could see it was probably a barge with a tugboat pushing it.
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They came closer and I could make out that the barge had vehicles on it. Tuckerton EMT vehicle, a couple of U-haul trucks, and a U-haul trailer were onboard. The EMT vehicle said “Deal Island” on it as well. Why would they come by sea, Deal Island is accessible by land. They docked at the ferry dock right next to the town dock. I left on the bike.
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Up RT413, the main drag, up to the grocers. I got my linguine and some Texas Pete’s buffalo wing sauce and blue cheese for the wing fest later. Cornelia Marie had a quantity of crab claws from a fish market in Baltimore. I left the grocers and crossed town to Cuddily’s beautiful waterfront home. We had more time to kill. We pulled up the traps and saw 3 crabs in one trap and only one in the other.
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Her next door neighbor knocked on the door and asked if we wanted crabs, he had an excess, maybe a dozen, yes, sure we would. He had the excess crabs in a submerged cage with a fish head. If you don’t give them food they will cannibalize each other.
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I got the wooden bushel basket that Cuddily uses for crabs and we dumped the neighbor’s crabs into it, then emptied our traps into it. There were some undersized crabs that were pitched back into the inlet as well as a couple dead ones. We looked for females to cull them out but it looked like all the crabs were males.
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Cornelia Marie arrived with Nori the wonder dog. Teri arrived with a magnum of white wine. There were ingredients for Orange Crush drinks. CM made one. Cuddily had a whisky drink and I had another Saddlebred pinot noir.
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The crab steamer is a huge pair of pots, kind of like a double boiler, with the liquid boiling in the lower pot and the crabs getting steamed in the upper pot. Cuddily poured a can of Guinness stout along with some water in the lower pot and brought it up to boil. The upper pot of crabs which was perforated on its bottom went on top the boiling pot. I felt sad for the crabs who now began jostling about when they felt the heat.
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Corn had been shucked and another pot was brought to a boil to cook the corn. It is better to steam the corn. Grilling or microwaving still in the husk is a more flavorful way to cook corn. We had timers set for the crab and corn, both set to go off a couple minutes from each other.
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I had prepped celery and carrot as if for wings, but we wouldn’t be making wings tonight. Save them for another day. The crunchy veggies were our appetizer, dipped in a blue cheese concoction. Brown paper bags were laid out on the table in the porch overlooking the inlet. Drawn butter, pile of boiled corn, platter of steamed crabs, and we sat down to consume an excellent feast.
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My daughter in England texted me through Skype that her water had broken and she was in hospital to have her baby, my grandson. It had been a day of many calls from afar, but this one was significant over all the others. We celebrated. Later she sent a photo of the little baby, literally only a couple hours old. We celebrated more.
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Outside it was the full moon and I took a photo of it. We had been under a thunderstorm watch, but the storms passed us by to the North and South. The image is of a thunderhead passing to the South, backdrop to the small boat harbor. A day I will never forget.

Cap'n Overboard

21 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Summer
The awful jobs get done last. The Atomic Four was waiting for me to pull off the cylinder head, but there was an emergency job, sort of, the mainsail cover was torn and exposing the sail to U/V, very bad.
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Actually the cylinder head might not be a worse job than repairing the sail cover. I had the sewing machine, a Singer 4423 model, heavy duty. The sail cover had its zipper at the front torn off and the stitching was gone, as in mysteriously absent. Someone had crudely tied the front part of the cover to the mast with a piece of line. I know I didn’t do that, but I wonder who did.
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The edge of the cover has fancy folded seams, but now they were no longer stitched together. I could see where the stitching had been and so I was able to reconstruct the cover and zipper. I had I think V-69 thread on the machine. I threaded it and tried sewing the edge with a straight stitch. It went well. Next I folded the fabric at the edge under itself and sewed a parallel stitch. I did this on both edges that take the zipper. Next I removed any loose threads still embedded in the zipper while taking a call from Hawaii. I started sewing ½ the zipper onto the appropriate edge. That’s when I started having trouble.
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The bobbin thread that comes up from underneath was jamming, even when I tried to hand crank the machine. This jamming usually comes from the top thread tension being too low. I had the tension set at almost the highest setting. I dug around down below where the bobbin sits. There was excess thread there and I removed it. The problem persisted. Only after rethreading the top thread twice and replacing the spool I was using did the machine start sewing the way it should.
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It sewed fine for the rest of the job. I was able to reinstall the mainsail cover, it will do for now.
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I was pushing the workday into the dinner hour. I improvised with 1/3 box of garden rotini boiling while I gathered clam sauce ingredients: garlic, olive oil, lemon, sauvignon blanc, onion powder, fresh parsley, and a leftover bag of spinach. Try spinach in your white clam dish. Healthy.
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I put the spinach in after unsuccessfully trying to thicken the sauce. Too much wine and clam juice. I could have used bread crumbs as a thickener.
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Maybe I’ll work on the cylinder head tomorrow.
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It is tomorrow. I have been doing a lot of research on the Atomic Four engine and other flat head side valve engines. I thought my dad’s old tractor had a flat head engine, but looking around online I see it was overhead valve. My dad had done an engine job on that tractor. I grew up with that DIY mentality.
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On the Atomic Four forums there are lots of postings about freeing up stuck valves. Removing the cylinder head to get at stuck valves is probably the most extreme solution to the problem. One DIY’er got the engine running on 3 cylinders and used two stroke oil in his gas to try to get a stuck valve free. It worked.
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I should check over the ignition/starting system as far as electrics go, and clean the carburetor. The fuel pump needs to be checked also. I cleared out the area where I could get at the carburetor but it was too dark down there. I grabbed the table lamp and turned it on. It didn’t turn on. I looked around and realized the blue light Chinese bug zapper wasn’t lit, the laptop didn’t have its charge light on. I pushed the on button on the fan. No workie. No power?
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I checked the AC breaker. Fine. I went on deck and checked the umbilical cord. Connected properly. I went to the stanchion on the dock and checked the connection there, looked normal. I went up the dock to the power yacht at the end. The fellow was grinding something on the bow. He had power.
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I got out my electric meters and could find no power, but maybe my probes weren’t long enough. I called the marina and they sent someone to look at it. He opened the electrical box at the head of the dock and saw the breaker was tripped. He reset it. It popped rather quickly. He was called away to help tie up a big 70 foot power yacht up at the transient docks.
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When he came back, which was a long time, he said he got reprimanded (not his exact words) for saying the big power yacht skipper had more money than brains. After he opened up the electrical box again I wrote down the slips that were on my breaker. It turned out there were only two other boats hooked up to electric. One had a sketchy looking twist lock to extension cord adapter, I pulled that out, and the other was a nice new looking twist lock umbilical cord, I untwisted and pulled out that one. My own umbilical cord was also pulled out.
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I returned to the electrical box and said there are no boats hooked up to that breaker, and he reset the breaker which popped again. Oh no, we’ll have to get an electrical contractor to fix this. He reset it again and it held. I said I would go up the dock and reconnect the 3 boats one at a time and he could give me a thumbs down if the breaker tripped. I went up and all were connected. The breaker held. He said sometimes he thinks there are ghosts in the marina. I said well you also have a lot of salt in the air.
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This fiasco not only wasted the time set aside to work on the Atomic 4, it also put the kibosh on shopping and dinner plans at the Legion.
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I could have pasta with some leftover marinara sauce. Wait, there’s a chicken parm cutlet leftover in the fridge. I had a nice meal with garden rotini and some Black Box pinot noir.
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Overnight the breaker tripped again and I moved my umbilical cord across the dock to a stanchion not on that breaker. I called in the morning and reported the tripped breaker. The maintenance men were talking loudly as I finished breakfast. I was no longer on the circuit so I didn’t worry about losing power again. As they continued to troubleshoot they centered around the stanchion for slip 23 and 25. A loud noise would come from the stanchion when the breaker tripped, this time with no boats connected. They said they would have to take the stanchion apart to see what was the matter. It reminded me of a long ago repair of a remote TV repeater that had an electrified rat, singed, draped between the power wires. Could we have a wharf rat?
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I had to persist with the carburetor and then later the fuel pump. There was nothing wrong with the carburetor but, as before, couldn’t pull out one of the jets. I could replace the jets with a relatively inexpensive rebuild kit, but if you can’t pull out the jet you can’t replace it. The fuel pump was more of the same. It was a bitch to get it off, but as I looked at it and exercised the diaphragm I realized it was operating normally. Now the task was to reinstall the pump and carb and move on to the electrical portion of the engine.
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First I had to shop and while up in the area of the American Legion, pay a visit there. I was running late, biked up to the post office to send in my request for a mail in ballot. There is some controversy about mail in ballots, mostly coming from the conservatives. I like the convenience of not having to worry about biking in the weather to vote or even being out of town, like in Hawaii, where all votes are cast by mail. The conservative view is that the integrity of the election is jeopardized by mail in ballots. It is part of their effort to restrict the vote.
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I continued to the grocers with my TEMU shopping bag, large, and my shopping list saved on my phone. My plan was to make a meat and mushroom pasta sauce, also make a clam florentine noodle dish. My plans change when I came across some spicy sausage on sale for only $3.99 a pound. I bought a large can of Nature’s Promise crushed tomatoes with basil. No Tutorossi in this store, some Cento products, but ridiculous prices. The Crisfield monopoly.
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The TEMU bag was packed to the gills and it was the first time riding the Schwinn with a grocery bag strapped onto the bars. It was tedious, I won’t carry that much again. At the Legion I was remarkably 20 minutes early. I did not need to hydrate with soda, just glug down the merlot. Teri showed up and we took the high top at the window with the North view. Cuddily was still at home enjoying fresh fish, I think rockfish or red snapper. When she arrived we mewled about not being invited to dinner, but she said it was only a little filet. I had some shrimp salad on lettuce and shared potato chips with Teri. The sunset was spectacular and I got some good shots.
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Back on board I stowed the perishables in the fridge. The next day I did not work on the Atomic Four, I made my pasta sauce. I used a large skillet and sauteed ½ of a large red onion and a couple large cloves of garlic. The sausage was skinned and added to the pan. A box of mushrooms was sliced and added. I wasn’t sure how the sausage was spiced, it said “hot” on the label. I kept breaking apart the clods of meat and then added the crushed tomatoes, rinsed by a shot of wine. After the sauce simmered a while I tasted it and concluded I didn’t have to add anything to it, maybe some salt, which can be added at the table.
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I made a small batch of pasta and added a scoop of sauce when it was al dente, then shredded parmesan on top. Yummie yummie. The remainder of the sauce made 3 good sized portions in the fridge.
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The next day was to be reinstallation of the fuel pump and carb, also make the baked florentine clam casserole. The oven I will be using is the Optima which can be described and a sort of bundt pan, circular with a hole in the middle, with a lid, and it sits on top of what looks like the circular pans that sit under a stove burner. The oven sits on top of a stove top burner. The heat rises through the hole in the middle of the circular base, continues up through the middle of the bundt pan main part of the oven and circulates there, kept in by the lid. There is no direct heat on the bottom of the oven, just convection inside the oven. It works pretty well and maintains about a 350 degree temperature.
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CLAM NOODLE FLORENTINE
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Makes 6 servings
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9 tablespoons butter or margarine
1/4 cup chopped onion
3 tablespoons flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
1 1/2 cup light cream or milk
2 cans Snow's Minced or Chopped Clams, drained, reserving 1/2 cup liquid
3 cups cooked medium noodles, well drained
1 (10 ounce) package frozen chopped spinach, thawed and drained
1/4 cup grated parmesan and Romano cheese
1/2 cup buttered bread crumbs
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Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In large saucepan, melt butter. Add onion; cook until tender. Blend in flour, salt and pepper. Slowly stir in cream and reserved clam liquid. Cook and stir over medium heat 5 minutes or until mixture thickens. Add clams, noodles and spinach to sauce; blend well. Spoon half the noodle mixture and half the cheese in greased 1 1/2 quart baking dish; repeat layering. Top with crumbs. Bake 20 to 25 minutes or until hot. Refrigerate leftovers.
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I made the above recipe using more spinach than called for, more “noodles” (garden rotini), but mostly following it. I have never made it before, so I like to keep to the script first try. The Optima oven would work well camping. The only way to see how hot it gets is to put an oven thermometer in it and let it rip. I used garlic salt instead of salt.
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The fuel pump and carburetor were reinstalled. There is one jet in the carb that was damaged by someone previous and it couldn’t be removed and cleaned. It is time to continue with the Atomic 4’s electric. I had a schematic that was very simple. It showed the distributor, four spark plugs, alternator, starting motor and solenoid, and that’s about it. I should have +12VDC on one side of the solenoid. I had a remote starting switch with alligator clips on it and I clipped between the + side of the solenoid to the terminal that would be energized by the ignition switch in the cockpit. When I tried the remote starter the solenoid clicked but nothing moved. The engine was frozen, probably piston rings rusted to the cylinder walls. That is a set back, but it was time for me to make the trip to the grocers, again, and to the Legion, again.
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It was a beautiful day with a NW breeze that made the short ride to the Legion from the grocers a bit of a workout. Good for me. At the Legion Cuddily and Teri arrived and we set up a speaker phone call with Eloisa. That went well until the crowd noise inside the Legion made it impossible to carry on a conversation.
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On the ride back to the marina I gave it an extra effort, aided by Saddlebred Pinot Noir. When I stepped on my footstep to get on the boat it tipped over toward the water where I ended up. I treaded water and climbed out at the end of the finger pier. I had to rescue one of my flip flops. The groceries were soaked. Fortunately most were encapsulated in plastic. The eggs were in a cardboard egg box which was wet and had a few damaged eggs inside. The linguine was in boxes that were now soaked. I took off my wet clothes and could see some road rash, actually dock rash where I had scraped against the edge of the dock.
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The next day I went over the aftermath and found I had lost my favorite pair of reading glasses. The eggs were transferred into an almost empty plastic egg box. I made a small batch of linguine which I would have with my sausage mushroom marinara sauce.

Happy Mother's Day

12 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Chilly AM, Warm PM
I of course had chicken Parmesan for breakfast on sourdough bread. I have still more in the fridge.
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Later in the day I began to think about dinner and I wanted white clam sauce with linguine. It is so simple that I don’t even have a recipe for it. I began by boiling 1/3 lb of linguine in a half liter of water. I decided to add spinach, about equal to the linguine, and the clam juice of a can of Snow’s chopped clams. A quarter cup of white wine went in as well as Italian spice mix, sliced garlic, sliced red onion, and a dusting of fresh black pepper. When the concoction was well on its way, linguine done, I added some Parmesan shavings. Mix well before serving. Don’t forget the clams, last.
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It is Mother’s Day weekend, and when I couldn’t get Cornelia Marie on the phone, left a message and texted her, I had two packages at the house. I biked over and was surprised to see Wilbur weeding the roses in front of the house. I said I had called and texted with no answer. He said they had been playing tennis. I grabbed my packages and biked back to the marina.
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One package consisted of all my VA meds, except for one. The other package was from TEMU and included a USB charging station with 5 ports. I had a couple of USB type C female to USB type A male adapters. Also I bought a heat dissipater for the propane stove. It would allow me to use the large skillet without burning everything in the middle of the pan.
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The smart watch now had a source of USB charging power so I charged it up. Cuddily phoned me and we talked a bit. She said she would text me if they were going to the Legion later. I could dawdle away the afternoon without shopping or going out, but I was low on ham for breakfast. If I went to the Legion I could go via the grocers.
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As it turned out I did get the message about going to the Legion and I departed with a large bag of trash that went into the dumpster and a small gratis TEMU shopping bag that received a package of smoked ham.
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There was obvious flooding on some of the streets and I did have to bike through some big puddles. At the Legion I parked my bike on the East side and entered through the side door. Cuddily was coming in the front door. We got wine, she treated me. They had been reserving a good pinot noir for me, so we both got almost the last of it. We took a high top with a view to the North. Teri arrived and I asked them about what food was good, as I had had a bad serving of fried flounder the first time I had food there this year. Shrimp salad was the unanimous choice, so I ordered shrimp salad when I refilled the wine at the bar. There is no service here, so if you can’t make it to the bar you are effectively cut off. I ordered the shrimp salad on romaine, not on hamburger bun, yuck.
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An amusing fellow dropped by the table and offered us what looked like dog poop, it was a fried mozzarella stick. We didn’t touch it and joked about it. When my little pile of shrimp salad on a leaf of romaine came, I cut up the mozzarella stick and mixed it with the shrimp. It was OK that way.
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I biked back to the marina without having any mishaps. I couldn’t remember the entry code for the pedestrian gate, but my muscle memory had me push the right buttons.
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Mother’s Day was gloomy, rainy, foggy in the morning. I had the ham and cheese omelet on sourdough for breakfast. I made an attempt to look at the Atomic Four engine, uncovered it. Not too much in the way of removing the cylinder head. Remove the alternator mount, just needs to be set aside, remove the thermostat housing, drain the water first, and then the head comes off with removing nuts from studs. The Moyer Marine video shows a fancy stud remover, it is a sales pitch. The studs can be removed by locking two nuts together and unscrewing the stud from the block. I am concerned that my engine has already exhibited signs of internal corrosion by the raw salt water cooling it, and the result can be studs that haven’t enough “meat” to hold the head down. In that case the stud hole in the block has to be drilled out and fitted with an insert that the stud can screw into. I already used one for one of the mounting studs of the manifold.
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The image is the view to the North from the Legion.

Digging In in Crisfield

09 May 2024 | Somers Cove, Crisfield, MD
Cap'n Chef Andy | Summer
The frenzied packing of the rental car was done in about 4 hours. I had organized (ha!) what was to be packed, to be trashed, to be carefully stowed previously, so it was just a matter of grunt work. The vehicle was perfect for the job, a Toyota RAV4, midsize SUV with plenty of storage space when you fold down the rear seats.
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Jefferey, the free catamaran guy, bought my reel of double braided line at a bargain price. I was worried it would be stolen when I was gone. I donated a half gallon of windshield washer fluid to Geoffrey, the chemist, left by Eloisa. After all that work I overslept the next morning, I wanted to get out by 6 or 7, it turned out more like 8AM.
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Komputer Ken brought me to the airport to get the rental car the day before and we were to meet up at the Fuji Oriental Buffet on Dunn Ave., 10 minutes from the airport. Unfortunately I was in a line of over 20 people that took 45 minutes just to get to the counter. Things went smoothly after that and Ken had finished eating when I got to the buffet. I had texted him to not wait to eat, I didn’t know how long I would take. He gave me a couple egg rolls from his 3rd plate. The lady who takes the money frowned on me, but it was only a couple of egg rolls, OK?
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I took my fridge items with me and bought a soft sided cooler at Walmart, plus a few items I would need for breakfast the next morning.
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The vehicle had over 50,000 miles on it and the front tires would vibrate like they needed rebalancing, plus there were funny (not) noises coming from the front end, like the transmission was self destructing.
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I stopped at Florence, SC, for fuel and pit stop. It looked like I was getting between 25 and 27 mpg. Traffic was heavy and along the way there were delays due to construction and a myriad semi trucks and RV’s holding us back. I had a few dangerous encounters with crazy drivers who must have learned how to drive in Havana.
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I stopped at Emporia, VA, for fuel and found the price in all the gas stations near I-95 was identical and 25 cents higher than the first two stations I encountered going East to Virginia Beach. The traffic in the Norfolk/Virginia Beach area was in late afternoon rush hour, complete with high speeds, reckless dare devil drivers, and more construction. The GPS got confused and was giving me directions for exits that didn’t exist, but after a while I was told I was on the best route.
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When I got to the marina I had to enter my passcode to open the gate and it didn’t open. I tried the old passcode, no dice. I tried the phone call to security option, but there was no answer, and no answer from the marina’s phone number. I really had to pee and here I was, stuck behind a wrought iron gate and fence. Eventually the security guy came around, making his rounds, and let me in. Just in the nick of time.
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I brought essential items to the boat and took a look around. Did I need anything else? I picked up paper towels and dish detergent at the grocers and a small table lamp at the dollar store.
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I was exhausted but full of nervous energy. Netflix was premiering A Man in Full. I binge watched the whole thing. It is well done and worthwhile, but it digresses from Tom Wolfe’s book significantly. I didn’t like the book’s ending and liked the movie’s ending better, but some of the plot lines were short cut or omitted, so the narrative is much shorter, the action carries on very quickly. I got a new feeling for what Wolfe was trying to do. A review in the Guardian suggested that the main character was Trump-like. I don’t think so, but he would definitely be a Trump supporter.
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I slept like a dead man. I had to go to the McCready Pavillion to have blood work done, so I didn’t have any breakfast. I wasn’t sure if I had to fast, but I did anyway. When I came back I made my usual breakfast. I had to continue to unpack the vehicle and stow on board, with rest periods in between exertion. I did two loads of laundry, here at $1.25 a pop.
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The plan was to finish unloading the car, stow on board, take a shower, meet up with the “Bad Crowd” at the American Legion. Rain was intermittent. I kept at it and could feel that my body was getting worn out.
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I showered and ran to the grocers, then to the Legion. It was my first time this year and a quiet evening. Cuddily and Teri were already having a whiskey and a pinot grigio respectively. I ordered a pinot noir and a flounder sandwich with sweet chili sauce. I made it to the table and Cornelia Marie showed up. We toasted each other and caught up on news.
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My sandwich came, an overfried piece of Vietnam fish on a plain hamburger bun. The sweet chili sauce was good. The wise women ordered shrimp salad sandwich which came on the same plain hamburger bun. Next time I will choose differently.
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After returning to SUNSPLASH I made linguine with white clam sauce. I used fresh parsley, Irish butter, and EVOO with garlic, and then clam juice and sauvignon blanc. This would be a very late dinner, but quite good. One of my favorites I have not made in a while.
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The next day I felt like I had been hit by a truck, not a hangover, a body that was sore, achy sore. I must take it easy today. The pizza oven and propane tank were stowed at the old Red Shell Shanty, which is now the Boater’s Lounge. The car was now empty of boat stuff. SUNSPLASH was mess of piled up things. I will deal with them when I am not so sore. Tomorrow is a Dr.’s appointment with a shopping trip to Walmart and Harbor Freight, both nearby the clinic.
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I made another steak salad with romaine leaves, some parsley, green onion, and tomato. The thinly sliced “stir fry steak” grilled in seconds. Put down a row of pieces, immediately go back and start turning them over, then go immediately back and take them off, one by one, onto the salad. Of course I ground black pepper on them while they were grilling.
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The salad dressing is an Italian vinaigrette which I used to make with olive oil and balsamic vinegar and a pack of Good Seasons Italian dressing mix. I now use some garlic powder, onion powder, italian herb mixture, black pepper, and of course the olive oil/balsamic vinegar liquids. The correct ratio is 2 or 3 to one, vinegar to oil.
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I had spent the whole day not doing much at all. I didn’t feel like going out. The next day I saw the doctor and we went over my lab results and talked about the difficulties doctors have with warfare. They gave me a tetanus shot and also one for pneumonia. My prescription meds, two of which I had ran out of, were represcribed and a two week temporary supply of high blood pressure meds was faxed to the local Rite-Aid in Pocomoke.
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I took my time, to let the drug store prepare my meds, and stopped in a nearby liquor store to get wine. They had no Black Box, but had a cheap 5 liter box of merlot, 20% off due to box damage. I took it. I picked up the meds. I drove back to the marina trying a backroads route. It was well that I did because just before I turned off, a construction crew with crane and a line of backed up traffic was sitting on the main road into town. Several other cars turned off also and we drove down a nice 30mph road at about 45mph. A couple cars continued where I exited, at the lane that goes through the swamp to the old Native American Church. At the church another car kind of wandered while I cut to the right of them, onto Main Street Extension.
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I grabbed a dock cart and loaded it up with all the groceries, etc. The no-see-um’s were swarming as bad as I have ever seen them. At the boat I ran below and sprayed with DEET, then continued loading groceries and returning the cart to the head of the dock. Katie who shares a power yacht further up the dock greeted me and it was another glad you’re back. The day seemed less gloomy.
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I took the Schwinn up the dock and hunkered down on board trying to chase the bugs out. I guess I’ll make another batch of white clam sauce and linguine.
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The next day I made another steak salad, marinating the steak in red wine and balsamic vinegar. I watched NBA highlights on YouTube. I had to return the car the next day, so went on a short shopping trip for ingredients for chicken parm. I also grabbed some baby spinach.
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I showered and headed up RT13 to Salisbury, the airport, and the rental car return. My car service showed up and we returned to Crisfield. She said her husband had to help her with her business. The charge for today’s trip was more than double what the going rate was a year ago. I gave her $60.
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My bicycle seat keeps releasing and angling down, making the riding position uncomfortable. I readjusted it again. I was cycling to the Legion to meet up with Cuddily and Teri. I made it in just 12 minutes, very early, and not with a lot of effort. I had a glass of Sierra Mist with ice to hydrate and a glass of pinot noir. We sat at a high top at a window looking east. I bravely ordered the fried flounder again with instructions to not deep fry it until it became a lethal ceramic object.
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The next day was chicken parmesan day. I started by making marinara sauce and a garlic/lemon marinade. The chicken went into the marinade in a zip lok bag. I massaged the bag to get the marinade incorporated into the chicken.
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A very large skillet was started with EVOO and slowly came up to temperature. I put some flour on a plate, an egg beaten with powders and spices, and Italian bread crumbs from an old store bought container. I was able to dip each butterflied chicken thigh in the flour, then the egg mix, then the bread crumbs. Put em in the big pan. I used the main grill section of the Coleman camp grill, it fit well with the giant skillet.
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The cutlets are flipped when they are brown, then a scoop of marinara sauce is laid on them, a slice of mozzarella, and a smaller slice of parmesan. The heat is turned way down and the skillet is covered.
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A large handful of spinach is placed on a plate with and equal amount of fresh romaine. The vinaigrette dressing is dolloped onto the greens and then a cutlet complete with melty cheese is placed on the greens. Yum.
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While I was waiting for various cooking processes to complete, I bided my time trying to get my GPS dongle to work with the newly configured laptop. I had OpenCPN installed, it’s part of the Operating System, and I had all my maps installed. I hadn’t brought my GPS dongle with me, but there was one waiting for me on the boat. I could not get it to work.
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I had sussed these things out many times before and thought I had documented those efforts sufficiently. After searching down my own notes, I realized I needed help. None of my efforts, following my old notes, worked. Additionally I found other recommendations didn’t work either.
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At some point I was ready to quit. I had consumed the chicken concoction and some wine. A very nice dinner.
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The gist of my laptop efforts is that most of the online suggestions resort to opening a terminal screen and typing in commands that will help identify or kick the GPS in the butt. The most basic command is lsusb which lists your usb devices. In our case it is the Ublox chipset. I’ve run into them many times before, they are handled by linux differently and end up as ACM devices, which is I think Asynchronous Communication Module, not as the usual USB or SIO device. There are commands to get the data stream from the GPS device and a command to look at satellites, but they didn’t work. I got the idea to go into OpenCPN and check the connection configuration, it looked correct, I clicked on Open NMEA Screen, and the screen opened in a tab with GPS data scrolling down. It was working. The image is of OpenCPN and SUNSPLASH’s location, located by the GPS dongle.

Preparations

01 May 2024 | St. Marys, GA
Cap'n Chef Andy | Summer
After rowing the dinghy all over the river I thought the next day I would be sore. I was, sort of, but I felt OK. I want to do more rowing. That which does not kill you makes you stronger.
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I had to start organizing and securing things before leaving the boatyard to go up to Crisfield. Moving is a bitch. I am doing it twice a year. The best thing is to get both boats equipped equally so I just have to get myself up there or down here as needed.
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Geoff, the phd chemist showed up after a long while. He and his wife motored their Bayliner yacht to Fernandina, not that far, for the trawler fest. He was in the boatyard to work on an old pump that is expensive to replace and expensive to rebuild. Why don’t you just get a modern electric pump? Apparently he knows why.
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I was getting more industrial as far as getting things ready for me to leave to go up North. Eloisa called and expressed her exasperation for, “Old White Men”. She was upset about her wipers on her vehicle. Cool it. It’s probably bad contacts on the wiper motor connector, but it could be an old wire that snapped. I’m afraid she will come down and have me look at it. But, she doesn’t trust me to work on it now. Good. At least she has some new spark plugs. Got.
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The wood storks that Eloisa loves so much are getting a lot of air time, some at high altitudes, around this area. There is nesting right across the marsh from us. There are no wood storks up in Crisfield. There are other seabirds up there, plenty to see.
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The plastic reels I bought at Harbor Freight were too small to reel up my 3/8” double braided line. Maybe 70 fathoms. I returned the reels and took the original reel that the line came on and started to rebuild it. I fit the reel together with epoxy/glue hard mix and then glassed the flanges to the central axle. This is all part of the tying up of loose ends.
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The old windsurfer sails that have been strewn near the port bow were taken up and rolled up, bagged, but some were mildewed and wet. Put them out in the sun, roll them all up. I probably won’t get to prepare everything, the time to leave is only about a week away.
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I reserved a car just now for the 1st of May. This creates a deadline.
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I got busy coiling the 70+ fathoms of line onto the repaired rope reel. This took considerable time. A work table under the catamaran was cleared, stuff going up to Crisfield went onto a small table, stuff going to the trash went into a large bin that I could cart over to the dumpster. The windsurfer sails were rolled up and bagged and the bags were piled on the empty table. The plywood table that I used while building the dinghy got its items relocated to the Crisfield stash, the trash stash, and finally a stash was created with the plywood and more stuff that will remain will be located there. I loaned the pressure washer to Komputer Ken.
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The port hull had some rainwater in the bilge, so I bailed that into a 5 gallon bucket and poured that into the boatyard, several times.
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Jefferey, the free catamaran guy, went with me to Southern River Walk and we only consumed 3 bottles of wine. I was not allowed to drive. Work did not abate the next day, dammit. Shopping trips brought some items from the Post Office that was still receiving forwarded mail from Crisfield. Jefferey wanted to comp me a meal so we ended up at the Horse and Cow Pub and Grill. This is a restaurant location that has had 3 or 4 restaurants over the past few years, all failing, till now. I was shocked at the submarine theme inside, insignia, submarine warfare videos on display, and more importantly, local submariners at the bar and at tables with family. I don’t think this restaurant will fail. The quality of the food led me to think a retired Navy cook was in charge. My steak salad was quite more expensive than the similar from Long Horn Steak House and not as good, however Long Horn’s quality had dropped a bit also. All the Horse and Cow’s burgers are ½ lb. That would be more than I can handle at one meal.
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I had chicken parm sub at Southwest River Walk and it was not so great. I depends on who is cooking that night.
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The big news was the Trump trial in Manhattan and the NFL draft. I expect Trump to not have too much of a penalty from the trial, but his image has greatly suffered. The truth comes out. The NY Jets were given a B+ in the draft. Maybe their image will improve. We fans are skeptical after last year’s fiasco.
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The internet in the boatyard is down and won’t be fixed by the time I get up to Crisfield which has its own internet problems. I found my T-mobile Galaxy S23+ worked perfectly as a tether. My laptop hard drive had failed after I swapped it, apparently, before it had wound down. The data was still there but it couldn’t boot normally. After a long session of swapping files using the drive on a USB adapter, swapping onto a second bootable linux drive, I was able to reinstall linux on the bad drive, then swap all the files back. Whew.
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All went well. There were programs that needed reinstallation. Linux downloads from the archive, online. No internet. Wait, use the Galaxy phone as a tether. Bingo. I was able to reinstall the apps I needed. To get the Calibre ebook database installed and working I had to do two data intensive operations, update and upgrade. It might take forever. When I started I was mesmerized by screens of data code scrolling rapidly by. It took a while, but not much longer than the boatyard’s regular internet.
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One book I had been reading was Richard Evan’s “Third Reich at War”. I was able to resume. I was rereading a book that is academic and incomprehendable. The sheer numbers, the extent of the atrocities, needed to be read and read again. Some aspects apply to us today, but as bad as the war in Ukraine is, and as bad the animosity and conflict in Gaza are, they are tiny compared to the World War, the millions upon millions who died in combat, and worse, the innocent civilians that were put to death in the millions, the neighbors who turned others into the SS.
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The battle between the communist Russians and the extreme right Nazi Wehrmacht at Kursk remains the largest and most destructive battle in the history of warfare. I think the German death of 175,000 is hard to comprehend, but the Russians lost ten times as many.
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As the book goes on it gets into things like the guilt of Germany, statistical breakdown of very dry analysis, and it becomes hard for me to keep going. Like the war in the Pacific, the war in Europe demanded the war end as soon as possible. The Nazis were following their perverted obsessive annihilation of the Jews and Communists. It seemed like the lucky ones that made it almost all the way through the war would be put to death when just a month or two would have meant their survival. I kept hoping that the book would end with a large final section of bibliography, but I’m still not finished with it.
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The idea that Trump is a Nazi is not far fetched, but also not correct. Hitler died of his own hand at age 56. Trump is 77 or so and probably will resist anything that would end his life. Not so for the rest of us.
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After a couple days I finally finished 3rd Reich at War. Whew. The Nazis, although never having more than about 1/3 of the popular vote, maintained their control over Germany through intimidation and fear. They followed their flawed agenda blindly and destroyed most of Europe and its people.
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I sold my reel of 3/8” line to a fellow catamaraner. I wouldn’t have to worry about it being stolen while I was away. Someone had taken my tubs of M700 wet/dry epoxy. I think I know who.
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The image is of a sunset at the travel lift well in the boatyard.

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