Necessities, sometimes they go lacking. What if you need something, a necessity? Say . . . it’s your turn in the galley and you want to bake bread and discover the yeast’s gone bad . . . or you’ve scrambled eggs and discover you’re out of salt . . . If you’re on land—easy. If you’re in mid-ocean–impossible. If you’re on the sixth boro, it’s a challenge, but
to come ashore to grab those
quick provisions so that
the next task gets done with renewed energy. Here’s such a place, and there should be many more such places and next to big supermarkets. Necessity, the mother of … intervention.
Related only through the authors, check out Henry’s channeled solstice thoughts here.
Tomorrow, more on the boat show.