Well, Angel Jen and I are a sailing down the old Chesapeake Bay like a
couple greased hogs sliding on wet ice, or something.
Whoa, Angel Jen! Slow this buggy down! (She was driving the boat
today. I worked on ropes, tied Turks head knots on the shrouds and
generally attended to serious sailor stuff.)
We passed under this bridge today. It's the biggest bridge in America,
almost. There's maybe one bigger or something but it's huge. I
measured it on a map and it's three and a half miles long. That's like
from your school to the Taylor meat plant! Woof! What a bridge! The
picture is only half the bridge. It's just as long on the other side,
too.
We kept on going down the Bay. We are anchored off Kent Island on the
eastern shore. Angel Jen is up in the vee berth waiting for me to come
to bed so I better get moving. We gotta get rolling early tomorrow.
You be good kids, now. Remember, you're going to need good references
from your teachers to get into college and it's never to soon to start
learning how to get along with these people who hold the keys to your
future.
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