Nov 22, 2008
I love signing copies of my books. Once I was walking down the street and a guy rushed up to me with a copy of one of my books and said, "Hey, Fatty! ...sign it for me, willya?"
I said, "Sure!" and started to do so.
The guy's wife ran up to him and said, "Harry! Why the hell are you buying a book... you never read a book in your life!"
Harry shot back at her, "...dis ain't a book you read, honey, it's a book you met da author of!"
Nov 20, 2008
Everyday I do stupid things. Yes, I'm a little 'dinghy' in a lot of ways. Of course, I've roared off in my dinghy while forgetting to take up my anchor... which is always a bit of a shoooooooooooockkkkkkkkkk! Ditto, untying it. Yes, I've towed my rigid tender a far distance under water... like a demented deep-diving shark. And I've drifted into various razor sharp oyster-clad dock pilings... much to my dinghies regret. No, I've never speared it with my spear gun... but I know people who have. Yes, I've stupidly brought an angry cat into it... and spend the next few weeks trying to find all the holes. Yes, I've fished from it and caught only it!
And this isn't to mention outboards! Once Carolyn managed to flip the dinghy in the surf of Sint Maarten--and I had to immediately flush/start it or it would be ruined. I was (while cursing) almost finished with my flushing routine... and clearing the last of the saltwater from the carb with some final starter-cord pulls... when the starter fluid I was using to dry it out with burst into flames. The whole engine... recently underwater and almost clean... was burning before my startled eyes. I watch the wires melting for as long as I could... then threw the entire mess back into the sea... much to the amusement of the bareboat crew anchored next to me.
Yes, I can be a bit 'dinghy' at times!