Easter Sunday morning, do I need better fuel to sort out a rough night than a stroll along the chilly North River with no company except voices in my head and a sunrise-drenched-red Melvin E. Lemmerhirt alongside? But aside from my stuff, I wonder who’s Melvin’s namesake and what preoccupations fill the wheelhouse besides concerns about paycheck and health?
Tax Day 2009, I feel drained as a cold wind whips out of the east and spray atomizes over Megan‘s bow as she drag races a small boat.
And wintry gusts nearly strip the flag off Maryland, pushing against tide and spray and past jade-green Sea Raven with its unique high stacks.
They shuttle the KVK
while I postpone getting to work.
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April 16, 2009 at 8:40 pm
Mage Bailey
I think of you every day I walk by the bay. Work boats here are mostly small security inflatables. There are Marines, and Seals, and Navy, and even Army fast craft. All tiny. Today another Z boat, a real tug like yours and a sub. Perhaps the sub is the hardest working of all the boats.
April 16, 2009 at 10:14 pm
George Conk
Nice composition, Will – the light on the Lackawanna Terminal, the spray thrown from the bow of the McAllister tug, the McAllister and the KVk passing port to port. – GWC