"How are you doing?" I asked my son."Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."I looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough r...oom to drive?" I asked him."Sure," he answered. I could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" I laughed."Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go. However, it was enough to knock the boar down after a couple of steps, and Sam was saved.The fallen boar kicked and fought death for at least three minutes before it gave out. I hated for the animal to suffer like that, but I could not afford to waste another shot at it. Shotgun shells cost 3¢ each, and I could not afford that expense to salve my conscience. Sam did walk around the boar at a safe distance to satisfy himself that it was no longer a danger. When he trotted toward the buckboard, I. .. as long as the ships kept sailing.I bought a tug ... just off the ways. One hundred and thirty-nine feet. First diesel tugboat on the river ... every other tug was steam.The day I signed the paperwork and presented my certified check, the President ordered moratorium on shipping. Due to the Stock Market crash, all over the world, thousands of ships were tied up and the crews walked off.Want to buy a tramp steamer? There's one ... thousand bucks.Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat.. I like her being in suspense, not knowing who is holding her and what will happen to her. Saturday is a good day. I'll make her do yard work that morning, which will keep her outside and easy to catch. If you'll give me your address, I'll drive over there tomorrow, so I can meet you and iron out the details. I want to make sure that she will be in safe hands," Max agreed."That sounds superb," he said, giving him the address."Thanks. I'll leave work at lunchtime and meet you at one o'clock. It.