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“Aye, Aye, Skipper,” said Harrison with a salute. He was muttering something under his breath. I think he said something about “Gilligan’s Island,” but I’m not sure.
The cottage was Maryann’s, a sweet lady who still wore her hair in pigtails now and again like that character in an old TV series I used to watch in my youth, back before I went off the grid and stopped watching TV altogether.
I had been watching what they used to call “reruns” of a show about people stuck on an island trying to survive, driving around in makeshift golf carts made out of bamboo and straw.
Before you know it, my mind started drifting off again, wondering if you could actually build such a contraption with some of our bamboo.
