It truly was a fine Oregon winter day by the river. It is a good thing to live near a river and have a daily relationship to it. I always think fresh thoughts when attending. Why was I so fascinated by this tiny human drama unfolding on the river? I had no idea who the characters were or how they came to serve as captains in the fleet of the New American Diaspora. It occurred to me that they both must have had previous sailing experience. Or did they? Maybe they discovered derelict boats in derelict moorages (plenty of them in navigable waters in Oregon), borrowed or commandeered the vessels, and then made it up on their own to survive as situations arose.
We are all adrift… in our own ways…the only anchors are the love we find along the way…temporary perhaps…but life is temporary…follow the river