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Originally Posted by xoxoxoBruce
My first wife's grandfather, who lived in Newburyport, MA, was a fisherman, but he fucked up his arm in a fishing accident and had to quit. So instead he built the ubiquitous New England double ended dories, 18 to 20 foot long, and stout wood construction. Then when he'd finished six or eight(depending on the time of year), he'd tie them end to end and row them about 15 miles down the coast to Gloucester to sell. Rowing in the ocean with tides, weather, and always the wind, is bad enough with one boat.
These people were tough, and didn't suffer fools or crooked politicians lightly.
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"Yeah, my arm's all fucked up and I can't fish any more so I'll just build a bunch of dories and ROW THEM WITH MY ONE GOOD ARM 15 MILES down to Gloucester."
They don't build them like that any more.