I learned today that the only thing more awkward than someone dancing poorly in front of 200 or so people is someone dancing poorly in front of 200 or so people and mistakenly believing they’re good at dancing when in fact they are evidently not. That, ye seekers of truth and awe, is/was terrible. Andrew would have covered his ears even though he still would have been able to see the gyrating personification of a train wreck. Thank you Mr. Lamb for bestowing this disease upon me.
This is a shot of a bunch of boats in Vernazza. Paul Tanghe would say they are “moored” or some other malarcky, and then he would say something about “starboard” or “schooner” which I’d “listen” to.