Tuesday, July 05, 2005

they were everywhere


everywhere you looked, sailors. coming out of ice cream shops, descending the stairs to bull moose music, leaning in doorways with cigarettes looking quite sailorish. m finally asked one of them what they were doing in portland, and the sailor explained that the captain's daughter was getting married or graduating or something like that, and that he (the captain) kind of randomly picked portland for docking, and then took off for his daughter's event. "it is the captain's ship," he said to m.

1 comment:

mary said...

and *our* tax dollars are paying for this........