About That Warranty

Wait . . . my phone is ringing.  To answer or not . . .

THIS YM Warranty has become a regular at GCT on the Bayonne shoreline of the sixth boro.

Gregg tended the portside line as she came in the other day.  I forget if she was inbound from Colon PA or Cartagena CO, but heavily laden she was.

 

Ava M. on a tether was her brakes and supplement to steering as she eased toward GCT.

As of this posting, she’s departed the boro and more than halfway to Norfolk, scheduled to arrive there on the morning after Thanksgiving.

All photos, WVD, who thanks you all for checking in wishes you a very happy Thanksgiving.

Also, check out a blog I’ve just stumbled on to called Millennial Mariner, which appears to be produced by a sixth boro mariner.  If you like what you read, then subscribe.

About those cursed spoof calls of “We’ve been trying to reach you about your expired car warranty,” check out this Money magazine article if you need more reading today.

And, thanks to bowsprite for sharing this with me,  if you still need to kill another 25 minutes to get away gathered relatives, Martin Machado has a great video here called Six Months at Sea in the Merchant Marine.

And if you need still more time away from the gathering, maybe you could rake leaves, chip rust, or  . . .  go for a paddle.

Wisconsin, Louisiana, and NYC’s Sixth Boro

Not a frequent visitor to the sixth boro,

it’s Barbara Carol Ann Moran . . .  with barge Louisiana

built in Sturgeon Bay WI and launched a few years ago, heading for GOM via the St Lawrence.

And I see it here on Thanksgiving Day.

 

I hope the galley of BCA Moran smells great with hearty food on this windy day.

All photos and sentiments by Will Van Dorp, who extends special greetings to anybody out anywhere earning a paycheck today.

And if you want to read some corny [not a pun] T’day thoughts, click here.

Thankful Happy Giving

Whether you’re already on Happy River

or just bearing down on (into) it,

literally

or

just

figuratively,

we all have things to be happy, to be thankful, about.  Hope you feel them, and help others feel theirs.

Happy thanksgiving from the tugster blog.  And thanks for continuing to read the blog, comment, and even send photos.

Oh, those immersion suit dives were a drill, into warm fresh water.  Know the town?

 

Something Different 30

From this blog and blogger to you and yours . . .

Happy Thanksgiving, today and everyday.

As if it’s possible to say anything new, I am thankful that so any of you read this blog and communicate back by some means.  I am also thankful that I have the health and opportunity to get out and look for something new to photograph.  Getting something new remains a goal;  if I were shooting similar shots repeatedly –although some would say I do shoot similar scenes again and again–I’d stop.  I think of the Heraclitus observation —about never stepping into the same river twice.

Take the shot below and the two above:  it was serendipity, but I’ve never juxtaposed those two monuments that way, usually it’s either Tsereteli’s work of Bartholdi’s separately,

like here  . .

or here.

Oct. 30, 2011

Anyhow, my perspective on this and most holidays is . . . celebrate good things every day.  On my table today?  Monkfish.  No, that’s not my table;  it’s a fish market in the Netherlands last year, hence the zeeduivel label.

But if it’s turkey that really interests you or you have some free time, here’s an old Bill Buford essay about talking turkey . . . .

Tisquantum the Sailor

Sometimes stories get told wrong, again and again.  Like the one about Thanksgiving.  How many pilgrims can you name?

You know the name of the ship they sailed/chartered, but who was the captain?  Were they headed for Massachusetts?  Can you name one of the “Indians”  or their tribe?  When did it become an official US holiday?

I’ll pick one detail.  Most people know Squanto.  Do you know he spoke English?  Ever wonder how he learned it?  He probably spoke some Spanish too.  Do you know why?

Read at least a few paragraphs here, enough to learn about Capt. John Hunt, Tisquantum’s time in the Mediterranean, his time in Newfoundland, and the fact that his time of slavery (ironically) actually lengthened his life a bit.

I’m not meaning to be preachy.  But it seems that one reason to tell the real story is just that it’s

more interesting.

Just the facts, then?  You can read the links to Thanksgiving yourself here:  passenger list for that voyage of Mayflower, Captain was possibly Christopher Jones, their destination was “North Virginia” aka Hudson River Valley, they first encountered Nausets, later an important  liaison became a Wampanoag named Tisquantum, “thanksgiving” is a fairly universal sentiment that (as a single example) gets mentioned in the Old Testament coming from Jonah (Yonah or Junus), Lincoln (prompted by Sarah J. Hale) set the first US national Thanksgiving Day as November 26, and FDR made it float to the fourth Thursday each November.  And for UAINE, Thursday is the national day of mourning .  .  .

Hey . . . everyday should be Thanksgiving in my estimation, but please tell someone about Tisquantum the (reluctant) sailor today. But avoid calling heron a cormorant.

Related:  on the left side of this blog, an icon for My Babylonian Captivity appears, my account of a time exactly 20 years ago in Iraq as a hostage.  Read this segment for the details of the Iraqis efforts to mount a Thanksgiving meal for us.