Google Maps, what a marvel. If only it could learn to plot GPS points, and I could reveal our true route on Saturday in the boat, which went from point green to point red and back. Only we were out in the blue part and didn’t follow so straight a path — sailboats rarely do.
And oh what a weekend it was to be a Detroit boater, it being All-Star weekend and all. The Ameriquest blimp — which still doesn’t have the ring of “the Goodyear blimp” — floated overhead, the RenCen loomed downriver, the birdies chirped and the sun poured down like honey and really seemed to be apologizing for winter. At our turnaround point you could practically spit to Canada. We considered asking for political asylum, or maybe just picking up a few bottles of that miracle sunscreen you can’t buy stateside. We settled for a cautionary tale, told by Alan, of a colleague who was out in his own boat one day on the other side of the border and felt nature’s call. He pulled up to a tiny island, and wandered into the woods. When he came out, he was greeted by a Canadian coast guard officer who gave him a ticket for …illegal entry, I guess.
We use the bucket method aboard our boat. Less likely to cause an international incident. Although I must say, if I had an outboard, so to speak, I’d just go off the leeward rail.
Which reminds me that most of my favorite stupid names for mens/ladies rooms come from the world of boating: Gulls/Buoys, Inboards/Outboards, etc.
Boat people can be fairly silly, when you think about it.
Bloggage: I encourage you to follow that sunscreen link, as it revealed a world I didn’t know existed. A verboten sunblock, brought back over international borders? Do they toss your car to see if you’re packing? And the Freep wins the unintentional hilarity award for, in its helpful sidebar, informing readers of the Detroit-Windsor tunnel toll in planning their shopping budget.
And speaking of All-Star weekend, the NYT looks up the sad remains of Tiger Stadium and notes the obvious: With the All-Star Game — and tomorrow’s home run derby — taking place less than two miles away, Tiger Stadium is closed to the public, just another abandoned building in a city full of them. It’s the “just another abandoned building” that really stings, as that could be the Detroit city crest — a shield showing an abandoned building in the upper-right quadrant. Ouch.
Gene Weingarten sums up the dilemma of the homeowner in a hot real-estate market, who could sell for a huge profit, but would have to spend it all and then some on the next house: Our home has become an item of substantial worth but no practical value. We are like idiot thieves who have stolen the “Mona Lisa” but cannot sell it without getting arrested.
Monday! The week awaits! News as it happens!