The boat had a familiarity to it, but I couldn’t figure it out.
Since I couldn’t figure it out, I’m letting you see if you can.
What made it unrecognizeable for me were two things: the passage of time . . . about 10 years, and
some changes of color here and there. Figure it out yet?
One structure is unique to this vessel, no matter the name. Another structure here is new. ICM I didn’t recognize either. The fact that it expands to Intracoastal Marine Incorporated says the stack mark has not kept up.
Last chance to guess how you might know this 1982 tugboat . . . .
Remember Davis Sea?
All photos, years apart, WVD.
tugster: a waterblog 
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July 23, 2021 at 3:53 pm
Chris Roehrig
It was the Capt.Red before that.Worked for MPT on the Garbage from 1990-1992
July 23, 2021 at 4:27 pm
tugster
Thx, Chris.
July 23, 2021 at 6:06 pm
vivian cruise
Thanks for the link to Choire Sicha, via the New Yorker. I’ve got friends on Fire Island and it is lovely out there.
Finding one’s tribe is good. I feel like a tree fungus, connecting a batch of tribes, trying to send healing waters and vibes without menace, to them or myself.
As Heinlein said in Stranger in a Strange Land, “We are all god. Grok?”
To let people find their own godliness is important so that they unburden us and them.
Carlos Castaneda sure had us on edge for a few moments, it was sad to see that bubble burst but as a child I could self hypnotize and send myself into a tunnel of darkness towards a light in order to find sleep. I haven’t done that in years. What a trip!
Stay safe, Viv Sent from my iPhone
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