In the last quarter of the 20th century St. Mary’s County Maryland still had outhouses, tobacco farms, fishing villages and plantations. One of the last live radio stations in America carried the only available daily news. There were a couple of traffic signals, a couple of dress shops, small community grocery stores and a Navy base that most military personnel considered a hardship posting.

Still, just as the first English settlers had determined 350 years before, there were always some who saw the remote and marshy peninsulas for what it is: a marketable paradise.



Sunday, August 26, 2012

Couple Kinks in the System

As might be expected, there were a few things not perfectly rigged on the mast which was lying on the ground at the time. Naturally whatever kinks might be in that rigging became obvious only after the sail went up.
Welcome back Bones. Eugene Ramsey by any other name sailed as first mate aboard the Dee of St. Mary's for her entire oystering career from 1981 to 1990. Currently living in West Virginia on a mountain top where he can see for miles and miles he got the call.
John Fulchiron, first mate for the Dee's educational career from 1990 through the present, says only one other man has gone up the mast besides Bones. A Coast Guard inspector quite a few years ago who got green half way up and nobody else has ever asked.



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