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Hawsepiper Paul is writing about this subject all along, as you might expect since he lives most of his days on a bunker barge.
Indulge me a bit as I elaborate on these adventures, as captured in photos by Tony A, starting with this one. When does a New York port of registry seem out of place?
I’d say when it’s painted onto a vessel never or rarely seen in New York, and of course I know that with flags of convenience . . . anything is possible with arcane finagling.
To appear to digress a little bit more, Marcus G Langseth is to 2014 as Robert G Conrad was to –say– 1980. Conrad is a photo I copied from Seth Tane‘s archives a little over a year ago when I did the “fifth dimension” series on the sixth boro.
Anyhow, about two weeks ago Tony A and Patrick Sky got to deliver fuel to this international wanderer.
A little over an hour later, Patrick Sky, feeling much lighter, pulls away from this dock underneath Throgs Neck (which autocorrect insists should be spelled “throb’s neck,” but that would take us into adventures in spell auto correcting, which I’d much rather avoid.