Hey Dan,

...when my boat was on the hard in a yard in St Augustine, and I was boarded in the middle of the of night by a mute, dwarf crack whore, who attempted to explain her presence - using a variety of somewhat 'crude' gestures - that she needed money to buy some tampons?

I learned to pull the ladder back up on deck for the night after that one... (grin)

best regards,

Jon