March 3, 2011

More hot dog man stories

It's been windy the last few days.  Blowing 20 today, increasing to 30 tonight and tomorrow.  We're rockin at the dock.
We were able to go out to the reef on Tuesday.  Saw this boat on the way out.  Most sailboats are identified by an insignia on the sail.  My sailing friends can tell what's wrong with this picture.



The other day, when hot dog man told us about his trip to the emergency room due to man-of-war stings, he also said there had been a fatality caused by man-of-wars.  We have decided that maybe some of the hot dog man's stories might be true, but without a second source, I'm reluctant to repeat everything he says.  I was reading a local newspaper today, and it mentioned that they were performing an autopsy on a 64 year old New Jersey man who was snorkeling off the S.S.Minnow out of Key Largo.  The skipper of the Minnow shouted to the man that there were man-of -wars close to him.  The man tried to swim back to the boat, but suffered a "trauma" before making it back on board the Minnow.  The paper said the authorities doubted if his death was due to the stings.  Therefore they're doing an autopsy to confirm the c.o.d.

The next hot dog man story is about a boat he bought.  It's a small jet powered boat.  Not much bigger than a PWC.  On Monday, some gold chainer was sitting on the dock, drinking an entire large bottle of Mike and Kay Ann's vodka.  He was boasting about going to the Bahamas, buying an island, building an airstrip, and developing a resort.  Said he had to fly out of here the next morning, and he had this boat he needed to get rid of fast and cheap--and of course, it was like new.  So hot dog man says his family is coming here for spring break, so he will buy it.  The next day, the gold chainer is gone, hot dog man has the boat, and to no one's surprise, it won't run.  We can hear it cranking and cranking, and since it's so windy, and it's directly upwind, we start to smell ether.  (He's spraying in starting fluid.)  The boat roars to life.  Then we can smell the old fuel which has turned to "varnish."  Instead of removing the old gas, he dumps more in. 
It's too windy to take his boat out, but it looks like he might eventually make it go.  Later, he told us he's already sold the boat to a local sheriff deputy.  Hot dog man keeps it until after spring break.  I suppose if you work with grease, problems slide right off.

 We saw this sea creature swimming around the transom of our boat at the dock.  It looks a little like a sea horse.

1 comment:

  1. did some one say "pointy end up"? let us think back a few years when there was a "evil Tom". would he be spending most of his time with the hot dog man? such mischief would there be. ARR.

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