Then we had a talk with the sheriff, because I wanted to raise it and claim it (no one seems to own it). He said do nothing until the "owner" found a title he could sign over. So we waited.
Then we talked to the coast guard, he came by with the EPA to test the water for gas and oil. They didn't find enough to worry about.
Talked to the owner who said he could get the title.
Talked to a meth head who came by and tried to physically haul the boat out of the water.
Watched hillbillies tie a strap onto the boat and try to haul it out of the water.
Had to take the planks off the dock I fixed because my dad was worried that one corner was a little lower than the other three, and put more flotation material under it.
Found gasoline on the water. The small fire was confined to the neigbor's yard.
Neighbor's house caught on fire. Suffered smoke inhalation.
Met my dad's new girlfriend (I call her "new mom").
And that's about it. More to come. Oh, and here's a little movie that shows what happens when you pull out old water logged flotation bats that are coated with sea squirts. Enjoy.
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