The big boat will sail no more
In the middle of the shortest day of the year, and if I could find the yuk-yuk that forced this one on the rest of us, I’d get all crazy with a big stick. Just so you know. I don’t appreciate the idea of playing with the regular order of things. That’s why one clock is left on UTC (the one beside the radio gear). An anchor is a sea of chronological disarray.
The pain will come tomorrow morning, when I head off to catch my bus under cover of darkness. So silly.
In a world where generations believe that Star Trek is a reality program, imagine the disconcerted frowns while reading the following headline: “USS Enterprise Takes Its Final Voyage“. Mixed up, are we? You mean there’s a real boat (a big ship) with nuclear innards, still sailing around after fifty years? Not flying, or voyaging? Sailing? A real boat? Who knew? Well, the USN is going to retire (and scrap) the scow. No second life as a museum. Turns out that, like an old car, the cost to repair has become prohibitive. Parts machined on demand (by artists that are receiving a pension, no doubt). Just for fun, here’s a picture…
Big pic, for a big boat. I know, the naval types hate that word, but if it floats, it’s a boat. Deal with it, in your own way.
The news story omits to mention what happens to the aircraft, or the crew. When your boat is scrapped, do you get a new one, or do you collect your belongings and head home, to spend the rest of your life reminiscing about “the good old days”?
