Monday, May 4, 2009
I took this picture a few nights ago while we were rowing around the 'hood with Adam and Jasmine. It was an interesting night, to say the least. We happened by one sailboat inside which a man was screaming and banging on something. We thought maybe he was trapped in his boat (or even held captive in a boat) and it was a little unsettling at first. We tried to call the police but didn't have the correct phone number. All the while, he continued screaming and banging. It was not even a banging really, but almost a clicking. Or banging followed by clicking. Maybe it was the dark of night that had me spooked, but I wasn't much interested in hanging around to see if the clicking sound was that of an empty revolver or of something less precarious. (Sure, an empty revolver may not sound dangerous, but who knew if a box of bullets was just a reach away?!) After a while, we decided this particular boat must be the home of Crazy Paul and we continued on our way. I've never met Crazy Paul before. In fact, his nickname isn't really Crazy Paul but I'm certain his real nickname is too offensive to post here. Anyway, I've heard a lot of stories about Crazy Paul and after that night, I asked around to many of the neighbors and they all confirmed that was indeed Crazy Paul we heard screaming and banging and clicking. Never a doldrum on the mooring field.