Sassafras

Even though I work from home, I work relatively fixed hours. I always get energized by the extra light after I knock off work up here at latitude 39 degrees, 13 minutes.

For a moment there, I thought of "Space, the final frontier". Best of luck on the move. It's never a great deal of fun. I hope I have made my last move, and love it here on the Chesapeake Bay. That reminds me, I guess I should go and check out the eagle nest across the creek. They were nice enough to relocate it where I can scope it out. Probably some brand new eaglets just out of sight.

And I thought we were going to talk about those plastic covers for boats.

I'm helping the economy. Getting a Yammi F225 re-power for my GW next week. Not a great time, but sick and tired of just playing with my big Johnson (or something like that).

At the risk of being regarded as a lousy adoptive parent, my advice, after 27 years of experience, is "be careful, be very careful." Yes, you can experience serious problems with your "natural" children, even if you do everything right from pre-natal care to proper upbringing. But my anecdotal take and personal experience is that you are much more likely to encounter serious, un-anticipated problems with adoptive children. There are reasons why children are available for adoption. And these are frequently not "good" reasons. So adopt if you will. But do it with your eyes wide open, and understand that in this crap shoot the dice might be loaded and that no amount of love and tears on your part might be enough.

Early 70's. Built a Trailcraft 17-foot fiberglass square-stern canoe from a kit. Came in a 9-foot box. Canoe was either laid up in 2 sections (bow and stern) or cut in half after it was originally laid up so it would fit in box. Fiberglassed the joint, added PVC gunnels and some braces, flotation, and a wooden seat in the stern, and it was done. Used it for many years. Many repairs including replacing the wood braces in the floor with metal ones to prevent drunk friends from breaking it when they stood in in on the shore. Split it across the middle again when trying to remove about 2 1/2 feet of snow in low temperatures (Minnesota). With all that fiberglass and metal, it was just too heavy to be a one-man car-topper, so I found a new home for it with a friend's son in North Carolina and replaced it with a Scanoe.

OK, I'll start. I'm in the Upper Chesapeake near the Sassafras River.