shouted Joe Coe. I stood up to “see” (ha-ha), and fell backward hitting the motor compartment very much hurting my back and smashing my old friend Gary Litton. The boat had hit a wave just right to push me backward. We were in surf praise God. I just stayed down and opened the last bottle of red wine. Gary and I lying down passed the bottle between us as the others were standing shouting for joy. We two needed more medication anyway. A hard thud into the sand told the whole story, the others all jumped out getting their feet wet. I stepped onto the hood and dropped onto dry sand, the last third of the wine bottle still in my hand. Duck, jealous of my consumption rate grabbed the bottle and started chugging. The others shouted “go, go, go, go,” in idiot college kid drinking fashion until the bottle was empty. When the cheering stopped Duck took the bottle and smashed it against the hull of the old fiberglass boat. This did not break the bottle but put a dent and hole in the fiberglass instead.
