CurlyShavings

Re-reading yesterday's posting, I was reminded of the true story of a friend who explained why he doesn't keep a gun on his boat, even when cruising in drug-runner-infested water. They had gone aground, for the 13^th time that day and the husband was employed (again) in swimming an anchor out a ways to bury in the sand, swim back and then attempt to winch themselves off. After multiple attempts at burying the anchor and all the back-and-forth swimming, the husband returned to the boat and the boarding ladder wasn't down for him. So he started swearing like a sailor at his wife who reached into the seat-locker, grabbed the handiest thing around and pointed it at him. Luckily for him, it was only an airhorn and not a loaded gun. Unlucky for him, it was still an airhorn.