Call this special edition:  too many time-sensitive fotos to ignore.  Many thanks to Dan B. for sharing the next three fotos (taken from high above the Colgate clock in Jersey City)  of Flinterduin entering port on Wednesday.    Notice the bright red paint on portside stern of Mary Whalen alongside the blue warehouses on the Brooklyn side. So Flinterduin came up Buttermilk, then made a


loop around Governors Island.  Call it confusion or


exuberance for life.  We all need more of the latter.  Sometimes I fear my exuberance could be my undoing, but  . . . .  Lower left is Pier A and Castle Clinton.


Back to the barges.  Meet Windroos, a hoogaars from 1925.


Notice how different the profile is from the other barges I’ve recently posted fotos of.  Notice the Moran tuug James Turecamo entering the Navy Yard.  James joins the storyline here in a bit.


Here’s a good article on hoogaars, botters, and boiers.  No boiers have arrived in this contingent.


In contrast to hoogaars design, here’s another shot of the botter Janus Kok, depicted in the previous post.


Just as I needed to leave the Yard for my “day job,” Flinterduin rotated 180 degrees to facilitate offloading the rest of the cargo.  James, invisible on the far side except for the froth, assisted.


More to offload, and I missed it!


A little self-disclosure, repeated:   as a child of Dutch immigrants who entered the US via a passenger terminal then in Hoboken, I speak fairly incorrect South Holland dialect of Dutch and have a fourth-grade–at best–reading level in the language.   Yet hearing the language and speaking it just makes me happy;  it resonates some basic identity that has remained consistent throughout my life. It also conjures up identities I might have embodied had my parents never left their homeland.   It was pure joy to watch this process yesterday, take fotos, and share them.   Maybe one more installment of “special edition” tugster to come.

I hope you all enjoy the weekend as I hope to.  See you at the tug races on Sunday!

All fotos (except Dan’s)  by Will Van Dorp.