I got a call this AM from a friend of mine telling me to watch out my window for a 45 foot trawler coming into the harbor from Canada with an ex-boyfriend of mine on it and my friend's car strapped to the back. The caller needed to know some info about the ex-boyfriend (e.g. how to spell his name, when his birthday is) so she could prepare customs ahead of time to greet the trawler.
Isn't it nice to live in a world where I get phone calls like this? And I actually can look out at the harbor and take note of the trawlers coming and going? And the guys running them are my friends?
It is a great day to do a trawler delivery; the harbor is glassy-still and the air is warm.
ummm... this customs greeting: good or bad?
(although I admit: I rather get a chuckle out of imagining the "bad" scenario.)
Posted by: Katherine | March 02, 2004 at 05:44 PM
Hee hee. I see what you mean. No, this was not a snatched car or a snitch about any untoward activity. My buddy bought the trawler in Canada and delivered it through international waters to Portland Harbor, which will be its new home. There's a certain amount of paperwork and inspections that that entails.
Posted by: Scheherazade | March 02, 2004 at 05:54 PM