Lizard men on the moon

Catastrophe avoided. There is a new sailboat that has arrived in the marina. It resembles an old pirate ship and is owned by a "nice" looking man, let's call him Jim, with a husky pup. I should probalby say that the pup is nice. Jim? I'm not so sure.

Personal space on the docks is limited. Most liveaboard's spend a good deal of time in their cockpits so everyone can see what everyone else is doing. Etiquette requires that a person may not board someone else's boat without requesting permission. Many boaters believe their personal space also extends the length of the finger on which thier boat resides. Walking down someone else's finger, without knowing the person, can incite violence.

Enter Jim.

Jim went over to my friend "Al's" boat and accused Al of stealing Jim's dock steps. Jim didn't introduce himself or even say hello. He just came barreling down the finger with wild accusations.

Now Al, he's sort of a private person. I wouldn't want to mess with Al. Fortunately, Jim caught Al on a good day. Al calmly shooed Jim away stating no knowlegde of the alleged crime. Unfortunately, this answer wasn't sufficient for Jim. Jim went back to the pirate ship and got his rifle. Rifle? I wonder what he plans on hunting with a rifle. I prefer to get my fish with a rod and reel.

Needless to say, the response time of LA Port Police is phenomenal. Cops a plenty. I'm thinking the man may be a bit unstable. I learned Jim is convinced there are colonies of lizard men on the moon and the CIA airbrushes the colonies out of all lunar photographs. Now that has to take some time.

I'm hoping the marina will stand firm on their three day notice to vacate. One down...two to go. To the moon with him.