Things That Go Bump After Breakfast

Adrift Atop a Mop Bucket

The Captain of RV Bowser, named after Dixie and Elizabeth in that order. The former ran an ESSO station and bicycle repair shop in Sea Bright, New Jersey and the other was a famous Civil War spy.

Sea Bright is due east of where Fort Monmouth topped the river the English named the South Shrewsbury for a century. There is a strong possibility that I would never have made it to Spyglass if the Fort had not finally shut down in 2011.

Few people would imagine a connection between a bicycle repair woman and a Civil War Spy, I know, but Standard Oil of New Jersey birthed the Octopus, like it or not. The Military Industrial Complex predates the Pilgrims Plymouth Rock arrival, big oil quickly climbed to the top of that pile.

RV Bowser is propelled via motors powered by generators fueled with diesel. Sure, I’d love to have a solar and wind powered vessel, but that is too obvious a tell.

So early in the story, the bump after breakfast is not going to be caused by a monster, or giant octopus, unless consensus rules otherwise. For me it is all about the project; that there might be a product, well, so be it. I have no attachment to outcome, as my goal is simply diversion from this electionyearing via escapism and fantasy.

The old man who is built like Vonnegut, puts the mop back in the bucket, which has moved a foot after the collision. We have yet to see his face or expression or seen the captain. I’d suggest he resumes mopping, barely reacting at all to the action.

…Yes, that is enough for today. I have yet again escaped electionyearing without any self-destructive behavior. Please feel free to add your thoughts about anything, as this project is adrift atop a mop bucket, and I am fine with that. A draft adrift is still a draft.