Just Another Day in Paradise
She works until 5. He’s hitched the Siren 17 trailer to the back of his 4 cylinder truck, loads the cooler with bottles that will be icy soon, and waits.
She comes home, changes from suit to shorts, tank top, and flip-flops; grabs towels, sunscreen, and tupperware filled-with-crunchies and is ready.
After nabbing a bag of ice at Quik Mart, last stop before the marina is Subway. His sub is all meats and cheeses; hers all veggies except tomatoes, light on the jalapeno and banana peppers.
Within a half-hour, they are slowly pulling away from the dock on Mystery Ship.
This is a fictionalized story of a summer routine my ex- and I used to follow in the summer. Michigan can be brutal with cold weather in winter, but it truly is paradise in summer. As we lived within a few minutes of the marina at the time, it was a sweet way to spend afternoons and evenings.
Thanks to Ted for his photo, which brought the memories back.
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