Last night at a show I stood in line to check my coat and noted in an idle fashion that everyone was required to give initials for the receipt.
When it was my turn, before I could offer the information, the man at the counter did not say a single word… he just wrote BL on the tag.
Um. Strange! My brain seized, then I looked up – it was Alistair, the very nice man connected to the labyrinthine process of getting a mooring license!
Of course I lack social graces, and didn’t know what to say, but it was very nice to see him!
I love everyone and everything connected to boat culture in this town.