Musgik Boats

Today's bug catching adventure wound up being a walk at Alex's direction. We stopped at the usual places, such as the World War I memorial on Boston Post Road where he checked out the well rusted Browning Machine guns (circa 1917) thoroughly. We also stopped at the Methodist Church's yard where I explained that this was where he'd be going to summer camp. Then he asked if we could go to the Munchkin House and I agreed.

We made it to one storefront away to Dunkin' Donuts; McMichael's Yacht Yard and Brokerage. Alex saw the sailboats in their parking lot and wanted to check them out. I thought it might be fun for him. Oh BOY, was it. He was fascinated as we walked further into the boat yard, looking at all of the boarding boats and those for sale. I convinced him out of there with a reminder about Dunkin Donuts.

It lasted only as long as the donuts. As soon as we exited DD after our snack, he turned right back into the boat yard. He checked out nearly every boat there, asking a million questions. He wanted to go further to the docks where several workers were preparing boats for the season. We even got to watch a crane lift a sailboat from its boarding position and towards the water.

I explained to Alex that the names of the boats were all on the rear or sides of the boats. He eagerly asked me all of the names, which I read if I could see them. We got to a black sailboat named 'Music'. He (and I) fell in love with the name. He called it 'the Musgik Boat'.

We turned into another part of the boat yard and I realized that we were on an adventure. I began to snap up photos of Alex and the boats. He asked for more Musgik Boats and there happened to be a larger motor boat there named "Rags Time II". So, I said that it was like a "music boat". It's name was after a kind of music; Rag Time. He dubbed Rags Time II another "Musgik Boat".


He wanted to see other Musgik Boats. He rattled off his questions as to the names of the boats around us. "Swamp Fox", "Bravehart", "Diazepam" (must have been a doctor's boat). "No, no, no", he rattled off to all of the names I read. He began to get upset. "Where are the Musgik Boats! They're not Musgik Boats!". He wanted to look for more boats. "Goodbye, other boats!" he declared.

Then the wind kicked up the cables and ropes that banged against the masts of the boats. Several of them had smaller parts of rigging that made higher pitched clangs. Alex stopped and looked up at the riggings and masts. The wind continued for a while, bringing the riggings and accessories to make all sorts of bangs and clangs.

Alex declared "The boats are making musgic! They're ALL Musgik Boats!"

And Musgik Boats they remained. He was excited.

We must have been there for at least 90 more minutes. A local adventure, right in our own backyard.

Tuesday, April 27