The boat belonged to my uncle, after whom I am named. Uncle Ronnie bought the boat sometime in the early sixties with the dream of sailing somewhere...anywhere. He parked it on the far side of the river and the only way you could get to it by land was over a decrepitated old log bridge. Misfortunately, my aunt's dream was to divorce ol' Ronnie. So rather than freeing Uncle R. up to sail away it sent him back to the plumbing business with a vengeance. The unintended consequence of this outcome was that I enjoyed a certain proprietary interest in the hulk. Moonbeam was the prime beneficiary, she stayed in that old boat off and on the whole summer of '70. I don't think I have to splain what went on, those summer nights...
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Summer Home of Moonbeam D'Oute
There's a coupla things notable about "Moonbeam", I know her quite well so I gotta be careful and second she reinvented herself on her seventeenth birthday and it stuck. Formerly Kathleen Doute, she became Moonbeam D'Oute. It just so happens that "oute" means and I quote- "A Joint or Spliff with weed". Moony, as she became known, was the child of a single parent, the notorious, Branch Doute, logger turned actor (more about him in another episode). Since Branch was off killing trees mosta the time, Kathleen became a wild child with a hippified outlook and a renaming was necessary. So Moonbeam it was. Moonbeam and the rest of us spent a lot of time hanging out in the estuary of the lazy little river where this boat sat. How'd the boat get there? Glad you asked:
The boat belonged to my uncle, after whom I am named. Uncle Ronnie bought the boat sometime in the early sixties with the dream of sailing somewhere...anywhere. He parked it on the far side of the river and the only way you could get to it by land was over a decrepitated old log bridge. Misfortunately, my aunt's dream was to divorce ol' Ronnie. So rather than freeing Uncle R. up to sail away it sent him back to the plumbing business with a vengeance. The unintended consequence of this outcome was that I enjoyed a certain proprietary interest in the hulk. Moonbeam was the prime beneficiary, she stayed in that old boat off and on the whole summer of '70. I don't think I have to splain what went on, those summer nights...
The boat belonged to my uncle, after whom I am named. Uncle Ronnie bought the boat sometime in the early sixties with the dream of sailing somewhere...anywhere. He parked it on the far side of the river and the only way you could get to it by land was over a decrepitated old log bridge. Misfortunately, my aunt's dream was to divorce ol' Ronnie. So rather than freeing Uncle R. up to sail away it sent him back to the plumbing business with a vengeance. The unintended consequence of this outcome was that I enjoyed a certain proprietary interest in the hulk. Moonbeam was the prime beneficiary, she stayed in that old boat off and on the whole summer of '70. I don't think I have to splain what went on, those summer nights...
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Ron = I love the painting and I love love love this story! Moonbeam - summer nights - it all flows...
This is a real beauty Ron, I can feel those summer breezes and those umbrealla skies...
Jeffrey
Thanks, Cara, yes, if only...
Thanks, Jeffrey, its the island life...
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