Actually, I believe they would fit into a cut out fire extinguisher.
 
Rummy
 
 
In a message dated 4/25/2010 2:10:46 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,  
jjcampjr at yahoo.com writes:

Rummy:

Can I slip the  rum into the PFDs?

--- On Sun, 4/25/10, R22RumRunner at aol.com  <R22RumRunner at aol.com> wrote:


From: R22RumRunner at aol.com  <R22RumRunner at aol.com>
Subject: Re: [Rhodes22-list] Equipment  query
To: rhodes22-list at rhodes22.org
Date: Sunday, April 25, 2010, 12:33  PM


Joe,
The obvious necessities are the pfd's, fire  extinguisher, glass cleaner 
and 
paper towels. After that you will need a  good supply of ice, diet coke  
(preferably made with splenda) and  lots of Mt Gay rum. I'm available on  
short 
notice. Insulated  tumblers are best.

Rummy


In a message dated 4/25/2010  10:37:28 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time,  
jjcampjr at yahoo.com  writes:

Hey:  (greeting that denotes  familiarity)

Stan  and his crew will deliver a Recycled boat to me  around the end of 
July.   I would put this to him, but I  understand that he is "waiting for 
them 
to  deliver a straight jacket  in [his] size," and I don't want to add 
anything to  his pile.   

I want to put the  intervening time to the best use in getting  what I'll 
need to sail on  day-one.  I'd appreciate (from those  who have been down 
this 
path) some  guidance on things I'll  need.  Motor & gas tank, I know.  How  
about lines,  fenders, anchor hardware, PFDs, day and night warning  
devices 
and  any variety of items you think I'll need to sail...not in  oppulent  
comfort, but you know: just friggin' sail.  I will have it on a   fresh 
water lake 
in NC. Many thanks.  And Here's a (non   sailing) poem for all to enjoy.

Joe  

Crush
JJ  Camp

It came at night; she half
expected murder   
disappointment discomfiture

of other expectations
First:   dark quiet 
reigned-in blacker dream

dreams dreamer   never
saw the crush
approached from her exposed

right side,   eye unblinking
fracture fractured quiet
undone in the   crush

the crush. She breathed hard
knuckle bone   against
bone, skin rent rendered

red under night’s
black   blanket, unconscious
rifted shifting. Bright

light in her   head, the crush
silent crush. She heard
something like   television

snow crackled then 
and then—nothing 
nothing   but the quiet

of nothing. She thought:
“So this is what it’s   like.
This is what

it’s like to die
when fragments 
of   love crushed bone  

skull bone collapses
yields to  fist  and flesh 
and crush sometime

after twelve, when   children
should be asleep, not
hearing, not listening

And   this is how Mother
felt when Daddy—
when Daddy 

when love   in some disguise
some disgruntled love drunk
love comes home too   late

or too soon.         19 August   2003

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