about a couple of novels while waiting for the
fourth race at Calder...
The fog was as thick as pea soup on the night The Shebango limped into port.
I was more than anxious to part ways from my salty mates and resume my writing career.
After a near disaster at sea, a mutiny over short rations and three months of dysentery I was
eager and ready to make port, put pen to paper and wait for my Boniva to kick in.
I asked Billy what he was in for...
I knew he had murdered his wife and was doing life for it, but I wondered
what the reason was...drinking...cheating...money...?
He gave me a sneer..."She got me started"....
I didn't know what to say to that...
"You know what I always told her"....
Oh gawd how he wanted to pound the shit out of me when I started laughing...
Ah...well back to the fourth...
and remember...you can still trust me...
Spanky
