moment of silence

[ebb]

for the record,
my heart is not into this,

Four lien sale full keel pocket cruisers were towed in from Berkeley (that's a little town between Emeryville and Albany on the east side of the Bay,) on Saturday to be cut up and crushed for the dump.

One was a S/S designed Columbia 26, with a great big artedeco inspired cabin. A lot of room below. Very substantial glass hull with a kickup ob motor well. Absolutely NOTHING wrong with the boat. The yard master lined them up after plucking them out of the water with the crane like beached whales in a row. One of the other boats had a kickup motorwell also.

Another was a Barny Nichol's plywood green hulled Buccaneer 28 with every single fitting below, deck, mast, and boom, stem to stern all nicely laid out vertigre bronze, and wooden blocks. Complete with nearly new triple stitched Pineapples. It arrived with the opening ports already sawzalled out and primary winches removed. The cabin sides are solid one inch mahogany which was pink from cuts like dry flesh. There was NOTHING wrong with this sailboat either. NOTHING. Really.

By Sunday, The Milwaukees had bitten chunks out of all the decks, mahogany coamings and cabin sides. Monday they will be crushed totally. The very special Buccaneer sure had some tall tales to tell and so, no doubt, still did the Columbia. Scavenging is sad work, nobody talks between the hollow rumbling of the saws, smiles are the bareing of teeth and nobody has written a blues tune for the unlovely demise of a pretty little boat.

I feel sick.