A few years ago, John bought a small wooden rowboat secondhand. Even after he got a motor going, he never had as much use out of that boat as he expected, having been somewhat sidetracked like Toad of Toad Hall by a faster-moving windsurfer.
So a couple weeks ago, he put it out by the road with a For Sale sign.
Quite a few people stopped and looked, appearing to discuss with a reluctant partner whether to take on a worn wooden boat. Sandra suggested John pitch it to one of the seafood restaurants for use as a raw bar. Then I wondered if it could offer a competitive advantage as a lemonade stand once the grandkids got into the business.
But today a young man with dreadlocks came and bought it. The boat is going to a good home.
It seems that the buyer and his father actually built that boat years ago. He told my husband that a similar boat built around the same time ultimately landed in a dump in Newport, which made him sad. He said was happy to have this one back and was planning to fix it up in between hours spent renovating a double-ender fishing boat.
I love happy endings.
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Hey, Lisa! The story rings the same bells for me as stories about old, forgotten dolls or old, neglected houses that get a new lease on life. You must know the *Little House* by Virginia Lee Burton, for example, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_House.
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I also love happy endings. It is a better one than the raw bar. Can I join you on your walk tomorrow morning? Sandra
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I’ll stop by.
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It’s going home! Great story!
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Yes, the boat is going home. And I’m counting on it getting extra love just bcs the builder’s other rowboat ended up at the dump. It’s an ill wind that blows no boat good.
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What a terrific turn of events.
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It made a nice story. When I heard it, I was sorry I hadn’t taken a photo. Fortunately, my son had one.
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