Ahoy, Capt. Pete!!
Yes, we seem to have survived the minefield, so far. (Of course, we
recall the slogan about every ship...) My op-radius has been clipped by
continuing responsibilities during most weekdays; however, that hop to
Sucia in some form would now be doable--and delightful. I did try several
more times, and then gave up on putting Miss K back into service for loaner
status--I do seem to devour otherwise happy outboard motors. As I count on
my mental fingers, there are about 8 hanging on racks in my lawn mower shed
with varying histories of interventions gone wide of the mark. Deep sigh.
This step off the scheduled path is nothing more than a visceral need for
some sort of company of the boatguy/gal persuasion. I'll likely disrupt
the normal rhythm in such an attempt. Single up! v/r Dan.