|Three Mile Harbor prior to the heat wave|
That's not like it used to be, that's for sure. If our girls or their kids were here to listen, I know I couldn't resist launching another of my ongoing attempts to make them appreciate how easy they have it. It always starts with, "Why, when I was a boy.." here Anita would roll her eyes, already knowing what's ahead, "...we didn't even have an air conditioner and we lived in Texas." (Or Oklahoma or whatever dusty army base floats into my mind.) "Back then it got hot. Not like now, when a high in the 90's causes panic. This heat wave is nothing. I can remember lying in the dark with sweat trickling down your ribs, arms spread out on the sheet like you were trying to make a snow angel. Now that was hot."
|Totally absorbed in one of my stories|
despite the headphones
|Headed for East Hampton Town Dock|
This place was not exactly a resort marina, but I had thought it might do. Several years ago in Solomons, Maryland, our alternator started fussing and we checked into Spring Cove Marina, which is really quite toney. The entrance sign proclaimed it to be a resort marina and listed all sorts of things that most marinas feature.
After that experience, Anita declared herself to be a resort marina kind of woman because she appreciated clean showers, a pool, friendly service people and a dock that wasn't coated with a thick layer of bird droppings. That last item made her list because we had just spent three days getting a propeller fixed, while tied a dock where we waded through ankle deep guano to get to the filthiest showers that I've ever seen. And, oh yeah, no pool.
|The not resort marina on the Potomac that lacked a pool|
I explained that we only wanted to stay one night or maybe two, not the rest of the year. We both laughed at the confusion. I sobered right up when he said it was $5.40 per foot plus $30 for electricity. They had plenty of room, and now I knew why. How many nights did I want to sign up for? I told him I'd have to decide after an updated weather forecast. Desperate, yes. But not that desperate.
|Port Edgewood Marina in Cranston, RI,|
where we air conditioned
and laundered for a week in 2011
In stark contrast to East Hampton, here was the deal. One night was $2 per foot. One week was $75, no matter how big the boat, electricity included. They had empty slips and as the web site said, “Inquire about our special summer pricing. " Well, yes, definitely do that for sure. We signed up for a week.
They didn't have a pool but they did have a washer and dryer. The first time Anita chucked in a load of stuff, she discovered that the laundry room’s light was motion activated and had a really short fuse. There she was, folding while waving her leg around to find that one special spot near the center of the room that caused the lights to come back on. To make up for the lack of a pool, I should have bought her a kid’s toy to hop about so she wouldn't be in the dark.
As for Maine, we decided to wait and see just how hot we're talking here. I mean, how bad could it be? I tell you, when I was a boy, we wouldn't have let a little heat like this bother us.