Must attack the milk crates with my last paper treasures now all sitting on deck. A young Gentleman wanted the end of the dock cleared so he could tie up his boat there. So my storage pile, all my treasures and all the teak and mahogany lumber hidden under several tarp's. I was fortunate in that I had started to check the pile and remove spoiled stuff it turned out we must have had an entire mink family live there under cover, very clandestine? So I returned from a doctors appointment and found him loading my precious lumber, mostly 60 year old teak in the back of his truck to take it all to the dump. So I was not very happy dragging it all back down to the dock from his truck. He took off and returned not much later with a beer for me and himself. He did not remember that he has never seen me with any form alcohol on the dock. It just does not settle well with the morphine.