Hello from the Backwaters of Carling Township

This afternoon we unloaded 96 more orphaned boats and began tucking them in for the winter. As they climbed onto their racks, the little gaffers looked up forlornly and in a voice only another kayak could love, said - "hey timmer, can't we go to some nice family now, instead of sitting on these cold wooden racks all winter...." They got to me, so I promised I would ask you kind folks if you could find it in your heart to take one of them home. They eat like sparrows and don't backtalk - in fact I find they pretty much agree with whatever you say. Often on a cold Carling township night, I'll wander out and just sit amongst them, talking about the day and the ways of the world. Kathy wants me to get therapy, but she just doesn't understand. (My grandfather was deaf as a post and would sit in the chicken shed and talk to his girls for hours ....so I figure I come by it honestly) Best part is they sleep day and night - not bothering anyone, and whenever you want to go paddle - or just talk about the idea of it on a winter's night, they'll wake up and be ready with a big smile.