KR is a ferocious worker. He's a roofer. He did both my house and garage last year. My house roof is about 40' by 60' tar and gravel; the garage about 24' by 28' tile. KR did all this work in blazing heat with only a couple of assistants, and did it all within a week.
We've gone through a drenching winter since and nothing leaks. It is brilliant, craftsman work and I couldn't be more pleased.

This yeoman work should have cost me some $30,000ish, but we made a deal beforehand that he could have all the boats and cars and collectibles littering my big, secluded yard, worth considerably more than the $30,000 roofing costs to someone of his skills who could actually do something with them, plus I would pay all costs and a couple thousand more, and he could leave everything here till he had time and circumstance to deal with it.

So KR trailered and launched the 24' Sundeck Cruiser just a few days ago. He'd even bought a little kicker for the thing; a tennish horsepower Evinrude, even though I'd informed him a boat of that size would need double, triple that kicker power.

The main powerplant, a big 302, had just been rebuilt, but needed testing and tweaking. KR was impatient, took the boat out for a run to his intended moorage 40ish miles north, underpowered and unskilled and unaware of the Pacific Ocean's misnomer, though I tried to warn him.

His little tenish horsepower kicker failed, he was driven onto Rocky Point and holed, boat sunk with all loaded contents he was transporting north, and though I emphasize with his plight, I can't help bur snicker, laugh out loud.

"I Told You So!" 2 years safe and protected in my yard; 2 days to Davy Jone's locker.

Ah well; there's an 18 foot Reinell he can still sink, and classic cars he can botch, and a lovely travel van he can live in if need be, but I think he should stick with his expertise: roofing.

No mariner, he, and that albatross weighs heavy round his neck.

...I thought it was going to be a baseball commentary:

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time flies. I remember McLaren from his Toronto days, but see he left in '90 (before the WS wins .. fool).

story would've been funnier if the guy would've had the good sense to go down with his boat. then you get your shit back, and you got the new roof to boot.

I remember all the great Blue Jays hitters from those halcyon years.

They came to play Seattle in the Kingdome during one of their World Series years. They were in a slump, had three games with the Mariners, and I was there for the two when they broke out with home-runs all over the place and vaulted to the championship, and no roofing fell down then as later.

reminds me of my brother, but then Cheeseheads are almost Canadians. Good story.