By Molly Halloran
OK—so this isn’t our usual format for a Danger Bay story—DEAL WITH IT1
Boomer and Jay are here on Boomer’s back porch enjoying their usual “Danger Bay Collectible Mugs” of organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, French-roast coffee, on a grey 61ºF Saint Paul, Minnesota morning. Both the old coot, and the almost old, but coot none the less, really need the coffee to get their collective few remaining brain synapses, synapting! Let’s listen in:
“Did ya ‘Get-R-Done’ yet?” Jay asked and then continued, “You’re already a day late!”
“It’s sorta done,” Boomer replied, “It’s not completely done, but she’s docked in front of ‘Farkleberry’s Chandlery’ where Shaddock will fit her out as a charter fishing boat.”
“Finally!” Jay smiled, “good thing you don’t bid on government contracts—they’d never tolerate a day’s tardiness.”
“She came in under budget,” Boomer retorted, “I think they’d tolerate a day late if the project were under budget.”
“Speaking of a day late,” Jay, still smiling, wondered, “When is the Sparrow due to return from Blackfish Bay?”
“Anytime, now,” Boomer responded, “But then again—time has no meaning in Danger Bay.”
“So, I think it’s time,” Jay said.
“Time?” Boomer asked, “Time for what?”
“To see the boat!” Jay replied testily.
AND SO THEY DID—AND SO MAY YOU—TO BE CONTINUED—SOONER OR LATER…