I'm not much of a sailor, but I sure do love seamen.

Hello!

Let's set aside the homostrionics for a moment, shall we? What I mean, of course, is that I love tales of Mother Deep and the men who ride her. Take this, for example. It's the story of 74-year-old Vincent Gillings, his 33 foot sailboat, and a powerful nor'easter -- which, though I'm no expert it oceanautics, I gather is some kind of storm.

This "nor'easter" blew Gillings off of his boat and into Davy Jones' Locker, or would have were he not wearing a safety harness. He was, thanks be to Neptune, and so the salt-licked senior hung like a teabag until some hours later a Coast Guard search and rescue crew found and retrieved him.

His boat? Some say when the "nor'easters" blow its ghostly sails can still be seen billowing.


Vincent Gillings, above, is the picture of a man caught in a nor'easter if ever there was one.

Analogcabin @ 3:28 PM
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