Boating is...by boatguy Ed Fort Myers Beach is a satirical site!

I ain't a fuckin' professional race coordinator but I've been in some scary shit. This wasn't a sunfish regatta. Most of the boats certainly looked large enough to had a working radio and a few would have even had radar. Who didn't monitor the weather radio? What the fuck? Abndon the god damned  race! Let the weatherman make the decision. Abandon the race would have save lives!

The Reverend came by the Dock Thursday morning and kidnapped me aboard his 27' Tritoon. He thought I was suffering from cabin fever, which I am and in need of a boat ride, which I really was. “I ain't taking you for a beer cause Mrs. Boatguy has forbidden the ingestion of such fluids into your broken body.” “My body isn't broken, too much,” I quipped but I knew he was right and she was right and they were right. (Doctors) See, I didn't count on the infection compromising my chest. Even though the open heart surgery went great, along came the infection to fuck things up. “Let's take a spin around Fort Myers Beach before it gets to real hot and the happy hour crowds crawl out and tempts you,” The Rev said. So we did, the Rev, me and my chest vacuum which I have to wear so my 'wound' heals from the inside out. It is a pain to be tied to the vac but everyone says it will be worth it in the end. Bullshit! To say I enjoyed the back bay to the South...

I should be glad that nobody reads this blog because very few of my fellow boaters can call me out for inaccuracies. Since I've been away recovering from a C.A.B.G. Which is a Coronary Artery Bypass Graft I'm sure even fewer of my readers are aware or care about my musings. I'm back, I think? It doesn't really matter, really. After the tediousness of the 10 year newspaper column run, I was happy not to have a dead line. My Editor was happy not to have me around because I nearly got him fired for criticizing the Papacy during the election of new Pope. He was out of town and I had lulled him into a complacent place because all I wrote about are the assholes that belong to our faux 'Dead End Canal Yacht Club'. Some of you even doubted if they even existed but anyone who can't pick them out of the happy hour crowds on Fort Myers Beach hasn't been paying attention. Hey, I was trying for a little controversy to see if anyone was paying attention...

While I was away at war.... It is surprising to me how well Veterans get treated at the VA. Sure, I've read about the abuses of the Arizona Veteran Hospitals so I keep awaiting to be mishandled or at least delayed in my treatment but it hasn't happened ever in my long years of treatment. I would have expected my care to be adversely affected because Florida get's the same 'bull rush' every October from Northern Vets who demand winter care. While awaiting transfer to a room in non-critical post op, I was joined by an alert fellow patient who was severely critical of everything that the VA does. “These people don't have a clue,” he said in a not very hushed volume. “I've missed lunch and probably won't get dinner,” he said. I told him that the floor had extra trays but he insisted that the food would be tepid and or old. “Actually they have split sides where the hot is kept hot and the cold is really cold. Even in the temporary storage compar...