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
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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