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I grew up with a boat moored off a summer house on Cape Cod. In those days the middle class could afford these things. We could afford the boat as the result of paying off a corrupt judge (is there another kind in MA?) i n a will dispute. Every spring we’d drive the boat down to the town dock and lau nch it. My father would never let the trailer’s axles touch the corrosive salt water. This meant bouncing the t ransom off the concrete and taking a chunk out of the fiberglass e very year. Every year I put up with this until I left home at age 17 and never looked back . In my late twenties I was living in Alaska making decent money. So I bought an 18 foot skiff center console and took it down to the launch ramp. I backed the entire trailer and half the Jeep under water. I floated the skiff off amid the gurgling tailpipe bubbles and sent my father a video of it all. We didn’t talk much after that. I don’t know where he’s buried, but if I did I’d go put a rusted wheel bearing on his grave.
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Putting the “recently acquired” Silverado 3500 to work. That’s about 15k pounds.
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