THE RIG

I’ve had so many men up my mast lately, one every day of the week. My Italian friend, Timo, who lives on an old race boat that’s painted silver with orange flames flaming off of it, is up there right now. He’s just below the spreaders shouting, “Mamma Mia, Mamma Mia!” (My mother, my mother!)...

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