It can take you months to discover how all the systems work, where all the seacocks are, and why the masthead light only comes on if you plug in the cabin fan as well.
The engine compartment
glows eerily with pale LEDs the previous owner failed to explain. They dimly
outline a puzzling forest of pipes, wires, and levers. Under a companionway
step, a lump of something grows a white fur coat with startling orange spots.
Deep in the bilge a loose copper wire terminates in a halo of virulent green
fuzz.
A bikini top lies
insolently at the foot of the quarterberth and a sticky drawer delivers a
crumpled receipt for repairs to bottom blisters you weren’t told about.
Even if you make notes
while you sit down with the previous owner and go through everything from stem
to stern, there are certain to be things that both of you forget to mention in
the excitement of the moment.
But gradually, one-by-one,
you will solve the mysteries. You just need patience.
Today’s Thought
If you go directly at the heart of a mystery, it ceases to be a
mystery, and becomes only a question of drainage.— Christopher Morley, Where the Blue Begins
Tailpiece
An acquaintance who lives
in one of the tougher areas of Detroit tells me his kids are now going to a
really old-fashioned school. They have
to put up their hands before they can assault the teacher.
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