Our time in historic dry dock #1 at the former Brooklyn Navy Yard is running short.
We're just a few days away from flooding the dock and wetting the bottom of the tug for the first time in a month.
If tugs could talk, I'm sure I'd hear a sigh of relief as the East River rushes over the barricades
and caresses her scorched hull that welders and burners have disrespected and abused like inmates at Guantanamo for the last few weeks.
As the yard period nears it's end, a flurry of activity takes place as workers try hard to meet the unreasonable time lines set by distant managers in pristine offices.
Our propellers, or "wheels" as we call them, were pulled when we entered the dry dock weeks ago.
I remember changing a propeller on a friends 17 foot boat many years ago.
It took us 20 minutes.
It's a bit more time consuming to do that on a tug.
There are always many changes on a boat in the ship yard.
Lots of important improvements, like new radars, new wheels and new generators.
But nothing is more important than the new......
pillow top mattress's we took delivery of today.
Shipyards have their advantages.
I think I'll go test mine out.