Pirates
Cries of Furies
Nonfiction, Travel, Canada, Western Canada, Adventure & Literary Travel, Biography & Memoir
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik | ISBN: | 9781927812617 |
| Publisher: | Kobo | Publication: | May 10, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dawn Kostelnik |
| ISBN: | 9781927812617 |
| Publisher: | Kobo |
| Publication: | May 10, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
I remember bits and pieces of a song that go something like,” she got the goldmine and all I got was the shaft.” Don’t remember who sang it, or the name of the song. I recall stains of this lament drifted on the spring air after a long hard and dark winter in the Yukon.
A similar version on the docks is,” she got the house, and all that I got is this leaky boat.” The twang of this seaside version sometimes swings hard to starboard, with an ‘I showed her’ attitude and I can leave this dock and conquer the seven seas whenever I feel like it…and the portside position of it is: I am in the depths of despair; I want to eat worms and possibly feed the fishes. There are several guys singing variations of this song, living on this dock. When you watch it from across the way it is an interesting substitute for television and Dancing with the Stars.
Living on board your boat when moored at this Government dock is not tolerated; with exceptions. It’s the exceptions part that is causing grief. The board members had come to the conclusion that the pirate bachelors who lived on the dock have to leave, but no one wants to be the first to show up with the eviction notices. Some of these “Pirates” as they liked to refer to themselves are on ‘tilt.’
I remember bits and pieces of a song that go something like,” she got the goldmine and all I got was the shaft.” Don’t remember who sang it, or the name of the song. I recall stains of this lament drifted on the spring air after a long hard and dark winter in the Yukon.
A similar version on the docks is,” she got the house, and all that I got is this leaky boat.” The twang of this seaside version sometimes swings hard to starboard, with an ‘I showed her’ attitude and I can leave this dock and conquer the seven seas whenever I feel like it…and the portside position of it is: I am in the depths of despair; I want to eat worms and possibly feed the fishes. There are several guys singing variations of this song, living on this dock. When you watch it from across the way it is an interesting substitute for television and Dancing with the Stars.
Living on board your boat when moored at this Government dock is not tolerated; with exceptions. It’s the exceptions part that is causing grief. The board members had come to the conclusion that the pirate bachelors who lived on the dock have to leave, but no one wants to be the first to show up with the eviction notices. Some of these “Pirates” as they liked to refer to themselves are on ‘tilt.’
