Festival of Sail - I in Postcards 4

I learned a lot this hot day by the bay.

The ships were beautiful, but they were almost all small. Next year there will be bigger ships. One has to invite them years in advance. I learned that something has gone wrong with me, and that I can do very little in the heat. I kept trying tho…never give up.

I took one hundred and sixty eight pictures. George, who put up with my pauses, took just a few less. We had a great time but came home to sleep early. I even took a nap with my chin on my chest in front of my computer.

On and off during this last week, I read “Orange is the New Black.” I was very moved by her experiences, and too, her writing. I’ve been in our local jail twice. Once for growing marijuana for sale. No one would listened to my protests on this. If your husband grew marijuana, you did too. I made a black with tiny white striped suit to wear to court. Maybe the stripes were too wide. We received three years supervised probation.

Again, years later, jail for drinking and driving. Frankly they shouldn’t have bailed me out nor QR, quick released, me out. They should have left me there to rot. Maybe I would have gotten treatment sooner.

This day we rode the newest acquisition, a Vietnam era Swift Boat. A gentleman who had trained on these craft told us all about them and how they were used during the sixties. They are aluminum. One shot would go right through them. We whipped down the bay at nine knots, then 14 knots. We were told that this swift aluminum boat will go 28 knots top speed.

More stories and pictures later. Lots, but right now I’m off to the orthopedic doc for hip, shoulder, and thumb inspections.