April 10, 2002

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  Why are they called Tugboats when I have not, as of yet, EVER seen them pulling anything but a wake of gulls? They always seem to be pushing, even barges. Don’t get me wrong, I’m quite sure they CAN tug and more than likely do when I’m not around. But it’s a bit like saying you’re ‘surfing the net’ when in actuality, you’d be ‘tangled in the net’…

  
  

   

  
  

  I only bring this up because it was the last thing going through my mind as we were leaving the bay. We were going deep sea fishing and I was…*there*. It was early. And I mean ‘Oh-dark-thirty’ kind of early…the sky was just getting some morning color to it and all was right with the world for now. Then as soon as we hit the Gulf of Mexico, I was at Astroworld. I’m not a motion-sick person..butchaknow, when your hands start tingling and you already took 3 Dramamine when you got up and 3 when you went to bed…you are SO in trouble. I lucked out though, the sea was too rough to fish and the rest of the charter decided to go back and we ended up getting our money back. How lucky is that?

  
  

   

  
  

  Eric wants to go fishing in the bay in his boat, and it’s getting to be that time of year. I dunno, I may have to stick with my dad this year and just concentrate on terrorizing the fish in the lakes around here until I can talk to my doctor and he can convince me that this new prescription is going to work. I told him I’d either bring him back a fish, or a bag-o-seasick, so he’d better be right…urp doesn’t garnish well, even with baby truffles and a spritz of lemon…at least not as well as amberjack.

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