Frankie Lamb
One of the Regulars
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Does anyone remember back somewhere in the early 1950's ( yes children, there really was an early 1950's ) when a cartoonist ( True magazine??) and some of his friends "sailed" across the U.S. in a more or less straight line, in a 36 foot yacht? No, there was no big flood, at least not that time; what they did was to hook the yacht up behind a car, then towed the thing all the way to New York!
They wore yachting togs ( they'd be vintage by now, wouldn't they ) and sat in their deck chairs, drinking martini's and waving at the landlubbers as they "cruised" along. Along the way they'd put into "port" at such exotic places as Port Albuquerque, Oklahoma Bay, and Saint Louis Harbor, where the boat's gangplank would be extended and the drunken "sailors" would go on "shore leave"; sometimes, typically, being escorted back to the ship by the local "Shore Patrol."
I don't recall however if, once they'd put in in New York, whether they "sailed" back to Los Angeles or took the bus. ( Is there such a thing as vintage bus togs?? )
Oh for the feel of a rolling deck beneath you, and a stout breeze slapping at the halyards; damn the Volkswagon's, full speed ahead!!!
Anybody out there happen to have a set of vintage yachting togs???
Until the next voyage,
Frankie Lamb, First Mate
They wore yachting togs ( they'd be vintage by now, wouldn't they ) and sat in their deck chairs, drinking martini's and waving at the landlubbers as they "cruised" along. Along the way they'd put into "port" at such exotic places as Port Albuquerque, Oklahoma Bay, and Saint Louis Harbor, where the boat's gangplank would be extended and the drunken "sailors" would go on "shore leave"; sometimes, typically, being escorted back to the ship by the local "Shore Patrol."
I don't recall however if, once they'd put in in New York, whether they "sailed" back to Los Angeles or took the bus. ( Is there such a thing as vintage bus togs?? )
Oh for the feel of a rolling deck beneath you, and a stout breeze slapping at the halyards; damn the Volkswagon's, full speed ahead!!!
Anybody out there happen to have a set of vintage yachting togs???
Until the next voyage,
Frankie Lamb, First Mate