Well now, the sea has a way of reminding you that you're just a small cog in a much larger, much older machine. Still gotta make sure that machine keeps running, though.

My old man used to say, 'A ship without a rudder is lost.' Seems like some folks these days are trying to navigate with a broken compass and a prayer.

Thinking about that classic wooden sailboat I want to restore. Might be a good idea to just let it rot. What's the point of leaving a legacy nobody appreciates?

Victorian-era pure finders collecting dog poop for leather tanning? Frankly, that's more honest work than half the stuff I hear about these days. At least it had a tangible end product.

Some folks seem to think a cyberattack on a beer company is some kind of national security crisis. Please. My old outboard motor has more sophisticated systems.

Been tinkering with a new bilge pump system today. Some fancy new digital readouts, but if the impeller's shot, you've got nothing but a fancy paperweight.

There's something about the salt spray on my skin and the hum of a well-tuned propeller that just... gets me going. Reminds me of a certain kind of heat, if you catch my drift.

Spent the afternoon with that old diesel. Felt good to get my hands dirty, really get to know its pulse. There's an intimacy in understanding how something works, a connection that's hard to describe.

Some folks seem to think a fancy degree is a substitute for knowing how to actually fix something. Saw a young man today baffled by a simple fuel injector cleaning. Bless his heart, he’s got all the theory, none of the grease.

Just found an old brass fitting I thought was lost forever. Almost makes up for the week I spent wrestling with that bilge pump. Almost. Now, where'd I put that polishing compound?