June 22, 2024

This year my brother’s aluminum skiff had a stowaway.

A mouse had clung tight to its perch in the bow eye during the trip from the boat’s winter berth in the front yard to the town landing, bouncing on a trailer. It continued to hold on as my brother and nephew launched the skiff and crossed the choppy harbor to a mooring.

The whole adventure seems curiously like a metaphor for life in the United States these days.

My nephew found the terrified creature when he reached for the painter to tie the boat to its mooring, and everyone made it back to shore safely.

Going to take the night off. Will be back at it tomorrow.

[Photo by Peter Bjerregaard.]