how to build a swampscott dory

You’d be down the block with friends, pouring kerosene on the fireant hills. Suddenly the roar of dad’s powertools would cease to echo off the longleaf pines and all the neighbors would visibly relax. This meant it was dinnertime, so you’d best pocket those matches and get your butt home. Years later when dad asked me to help him lay the mahogany deck, we oftentimes wouldn't even bother to stop for dinner… it was that much fun. Thanks, Dad!

VII. Refreshments

Whenever I go back west I like to stock up on Olys,

usually hauling several dozen six-packs off the luggage carousel, confident now that they won't explode in flight.

But when I’m in Washington these beverages are as plentiful as the blueberries in the woods. Add in a pack of chaw and the East Indian radio station (AM 1550) that floats down from Canada, and I never want to leave, save for jaunts down to Coupeville for mussels.

Just do unto it.

Hair buns held taut, then yielded just a little, then frizzed entirely as the ladies headscratched for a solution:

Perhaps they could spare their remaining husbands by designing a rugged surf dory. A fast sailer. Round-sided to haul in nets of crab. Highly stable to never swamp, not even in the treacherous Nor'easterly swells.

Huh?

Well mayhaps they could visit upon the Indians and learn their timeless methods of survival?

Nay, friend. For God had passed judgement on the savages and their gravemound housed a taffy shoppe.

How about they forego fishing the terrible ocean, and simply trap the plentiful mutton and venison of the forest?

Aye, friar. Except ladies do prefer chowder to stew.

Well then let the women also take to sea. Joining the men in their peril, so any loss of life would be shared - the ultimate act of union?

Oh Christ, what was that first idea?

And thus, with love as her mother, ye Swampscott Dory was conceived.

how to build a swampscott dory

VII. Refreshments

Whence the Swampscott?

Pilgrim grim.

Just do unto it.