[In-Box/Compose/Addresses/Folders/Options/LogOut] [Click our Sponsor's banner, with Easy Return to Hotmail.] [Image] Click here for more information. Read Message RELATED:Dictionary Thesaurus --------------------------------------------------------------- To: ijoss@larkom.net, RCA001@juno.com, abcdunlimited@hotmail.com Cc: HOWGLAD1@juno.com, Wallace171@aol.com, SCHAF25440@aol.com, barmur@aol.com, friedmsa@UCBEH.SAN.UC.EDU Subject: Saving Aida (A Polaris Adventure) From: lance2@juno.com (Lance Martin) Save Address Block Sender Date: Sun, 26 Oct 1997 22:31:48 EST [Reply/ReplyAll/Forward] [Delete] [Prev/Next Message] [Close] [-] Saving Aida We would often ponder on the name given to boats. We would see the boats in local waters and we knew them by sight. My Harem was owned by a family that had three girls. Aida was a Richardson cruiser, captained by a mustached, handsome captain and his lovely wife flaunting her barely contained, full bosom for approval and admiration. There was a Wheeler named Fifi’s Drag Queen, the teenage boy and girl aboard became boating friends of my sons. Often in Zach’s Bay we would see, Gemzub at anchor. The name puzzled us until Edythe, who had often heard my mother and me argue in Hungarian, said, “Isn’t that something in Hungarian - backwards?” A few weeks later, as I entered Zach’s Bay, I saw the Gemzub at anchor. A woman was lounging in the stern cockpit. As I neared the Gemzub, I called to her, “I know what the name of your boat means.” She smiled at me as she said, “What does it mean?” “Fuck you! If I read it backwards it is ‘buz meg’ ,” I smiled back at her. She called to her husband who came quickly from the cabin, “Lajos, wave to a fellow Hungarian.” .From then on in passing we would call to each other, “Buz meg.” We learned to know the boating children our sons played with, but we seldom had any contact with the parents. We were docked at the Mystic Museum, in Connecticut, where we planned to spend a few days before we planned to cruise up the Connecticut River to Hamburg Cove. Early one morning, while Edythe was preparing breakfast, our boys went to visit some new found friends. Bruce came back saying , “My friend’s boat is sinking.” I ran with him to a boat docked near us. It was the Aida. The captain, whom I learned was called Vinnie, was frantically bailing and tossing the water out of an open porthole. His wife, the full bosomed redhead, Aida, was on the dock with her two sons, and two guests that had arrived with mountains of luggage the night before. On awaking in the morning, they found water rising over the floor boards. Another boater, Jack King, summoned by his two boys, arrived to help. I boarded the Aida, with Jack and we found the problem. Water was coming in through the toilet bowl. The added weight of the new passengers and their over-abundant luggage, lowered the boat down so the intake valve and the toilet was below water level. Jack asked for a length of hose, which Vinnie did not have, so I ran to fetch a hose from my hold. We disconnected the short toilet hose and made a large loop of my hose and connected it to the toilet and intake valve. Since the top of the hose loop was above water level, no more water was coming in. Luckily the batteries were above the water and the boat’s bilge pump began to empty the water. We started the boat’s engine and let it idle and charge the battery. Aida’s guests removed their luggage and departed. Vinnie thanked us. Aida, thanked us, then gave Jack and me a hug that impressed me with her feminine attributes. [Reply/ReplyAll/Forward] [Delete] [Prev/Next Message] [Close] [-] [Move To] [Click our Sponsor's banner, with Easy Return to Hotmail.] [Image] Click here for more information. [In-Box/Compose/Addresses/Folders/Options/LogOut]