A
very
long time ago in the early 80s we left our sailboat anchored near Happy
Landing
and went to a party at Reef House. Had more than a little beer and we
left
pretty late to go back to the boat. Well, the outboard started and got
us out
into the middle of the harbor behind Reef House and no further. We
drifted up
against Aunt Vivian's rent house, one with solid wood shutters hinged
at the
top instead of windows. Well, I kept trying to start the motor and kept
yelling
to Betsy to "squeeze it till it's hard."
Of course I was referring to the priming bulb on the outboard fuel
hose. She
yelled back, "I'm squeezing it and it is hard." Well, the shutter
over the window shot up and someone asked "what is going on down
there." I can see how he thought it was something more interesting.
About
then another boat came along and towed us to our sailboat. It turned
out to be
water in the fuel.