Chronicle of the great ship Auriga and its perilous journey to the far North

On a windy, rainy day I hurtled down an empty interstate toward Chris's new rented dock in Warren RI. The purpose was to park the Jeep to provide transport on our return. During the process we met Mr. Cherry, a full time live “a-boarder”, had a couple of beers at a local watering hole and drove to Chris's home on the shore. Chris, Irina and I walked along the shore in the moonlight to a special pizza parlor where we enjoyed a jalapeno et. al. pizza washed down with Guinness. Back home we watched “House” on their new HD flat screen television and went to bed.