Or.. uh... maybe not. But a sailor's life, for sure.
Yesterday my friend called me and asked me to go to his cabin. His cabin, which is accessible only by dory (look in my scraps for a picture of a dory, because unless you're a Newfoundlander, you probably don't know) . That's right, unlike sissy city folk "cottages" we build our cabins somewhere isolated. =P
Actually, the ride out wasn't in a dory. His grandfather's dory was left out at the cabin. The ride out was in his father's speedboat. There was just one problem. There were all the bags on board, plus his father and grandfather sitting in the front of the boat, and myself, my friend,