A Quick Glimpse of Halloween

I was pretty much running out of ideas to torment my co-worker Dan.
Did the Hartford Ag pig thing...
Dressed up as Dan the next year.
Had to do something boaty.
Already was a Titanic survivor.
Boaty, boaty, boaty, think.
Uh, what drives us crazy in the harbor these days?

The squid boats.
Lots of them.
Loud.
Making wakes.
Going over the 5 knot rule.
Law! Damn it, it's a law!
Deck lights blaring at 2 am.
Yes... on top of their running lights.
As they are motoring.
So not legal.
You can't tell which way they are going!
Save the squids!
Yes, I know the money they pay to the harbor pays for the dredging.
I know their boats stink to high heaven.
I know this is rated as a "commercial harbor".
But I also know deck lights confuse other boaters.
And there is that 5 knot / no wake rule.
Law! Damn it, it's a law!
So somehow I became a squid.
Just for one weekend.

For yesterday at work.



And tonight in the village.
If Jim lets me...
He is afraid the squidies will catch me with a big net!