These stories were penned by my lovely wife. My insparation, and my help mate. HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM. |
As Boat Stories Go . . .
5:30 AM Sunday Morning "Honey" Randy asked, "did you hear a car? Probably the newspaper guy. I can't sleep anyway so I might as well get up. Maybe there is something in the paper that we can't live without - like an old car or boat or better yet a motor for the Span America. We still need a motor for that old boat." "Whatever" I mumbled and rolled over for a wake-up nap. The Rest of the Story |
| Early Sunday Morning Did you hear the newspaper guy? Oh heck, it’s here by now. I’ll start the coffee.” “Okay!” I yawned as I rolled over. “Maybe I should cancel that subscription so we could sleep in on Sundays,” I whispered into the pillow. The Rest of the Story |
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| Thompson Off Shore It was fall and the swimming pool business has us out closing/winterizing the pools in our area, which encompasses about 70 miles all around us. It was on a day of closing pools that we ran across this little beauty. We had just finished a pool and were traveling around the lake to the next pool to winterize. There she was sitting along the outer edge of a marina lot filled with boats waiting to be winterized and shrink wrapped. Some one let out a shout "There's a wooden boat over there. Looks like a Lyman or a Thompson." Whoa horses! Too late...had to go down a ways and turn around. We had our winterizing trailer behind the truck so we had to choose an opportune place to make our turn-around. |