Well, it’s
been a slow week here in Purgatory Cove.
Not much goin’ on. The judge did stop by at the beginning of the week
and caused some excitement. Lefty and Wade had the work boat pulled out
patching some of the patches.
Now the Judge
wasn’t impressed with the patching but he did notice how clean the bottom was.
He asked lefty how long ago it had some bottom paint put on. Lefty pondered
awhile and then asked Wade about it. They commenced to argue about the last
bottom job. The only thing they could agree on was that it wasn’t any sooner
than two years ago but might be three or even four.
Well, the
Judge was really taken aback, ‘specially since he has to keep putting on that
‘spensive $300 a gallon paint he gets up at the fancy boat store. He asked
lefty how much we’d paid for our paint. Lefty ain’t real great at remembering
things but he thought it was about $20 a gallon or so. The Judge asked to look
at the paint can to se what brand it was.
The Judge kept
badgering Lefty and Wade about the paint even after they dug an old can out of
the trash in the back of the pickup. The Judge kept saying he could believe the
way that paint lasted and how good the bottom of the work boat looked after all
this time.
Lefty and Wade
just kept on patchin’ the bottom of the work boat and fielding the Judge’s
questions about the paint as best they could recollect. He asked questions about every aspect of the
paint he could think of. What kind or brushes did they use? Which ever one
hadn’t been left to harden up. What did they sand the bottom of the boat with?
Sand? Who sands?
Well, after
about half a day of quizin’ the boys, the Judge rushes of to the boat store up
the road to grab some of the paint. “Course by the time the Judge hit the
store, the cost had risen to about $100 a gallon. Nevertheless, the Judge
picked up enough to give his fishin’ skiff a good coat of bottom paint.
The Judge
worked away and had the paint on in time to put the boat back in the water by
late that afternoon. The Judge thanked the guys and said he’d be shovin; off
for his fish camp down the bay. He’d be back that fall to let them know how the
paint had worked.
As the Judge
idled out of the cover, Wade turned to lefty and said, “You know, we forgot to
tell him about addin’ some of Sam’s secret recipe to thin out the paint, think
it will make any difference?”
Other than that, it’s been a slow week here in Purgatory Cove.
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