Arts & Letters

The Killers: TCR at Sea

Fred could not pilot his own boat during the inspection. Fred had never done vital maintenance; the generator alone was a rusted hulk with rotting hoses. Fred was an aging guy who owned a chain of carpet stores, or some such, and was dowdy. A real Rotarian.

Our Insidious Fuels: TCR at Sea

Chris continued to worry about why the boat would not come up on plane. He was willing to have her pulled from the water for inspection, but that could not happen before Monday, and we could not know how long she would need service. He had begun to suspect the fuel—either contaminated fuel at the last slow fill-up, or that the dregs at the bottoms of the tanks were stirred up in the grounding or the prop strike and had clogged the filters.

Making Contact

To print traditionally, you have to convert your image into something that can be felt. You must give it a pattern of grooves, ridges, or adhesions. And when you begin to print, your ink, paper, and plate must all be in physical contact, with pressure coming from above and resistance from the print bed below. A print “is an object that has been pushed, and pushes back.”

Choose Your Trip: TCR at Sea

Chris paid a lot of money for the boat. It was the trip he wanted to take, a way of life. So far, over several weeks of hard work, first high and dry in a boatyard in a Florida summer, then on this “shakedown cruise,” he has gotten everything coming to him.

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