Raquette Lake nights have seen
But the strangest they might ever
Was that night in July when my
friends and I
Took a spin on the lake serene.
It all started out with an innocent
"Who's up for an evening run?"
Well, we all agreed it was just
what we need
To cap off a day of fun.
So we piled in the car; didn't
have to go far
For the launch was just 'round
the bend. I backed the boat in with a rakish grin,
The captain on whom you depend.
We pulled from the dock about eight-o'clock
And glided across the lake.
The sun had just set and the clouds
It was almost too much to take.
Well, we motored around until someone
found It was getting too dark to see.
So I brought her about with a jaunty
"It's camp and a beer for me!"
I pulled in to the dock, tied
the lines to a chock,
And retrieved the car from the
Backed the trailer in, gave the
dock boy a fin,
And untied the lines in near dark.
As I inched toward the guides,
my friends on the side
Offered help with the bow and stern
I said with a pompous voice, "This
is my choice,
And I've done it a hundred times."
Well, I got to the chock but needed
On the trailer-frame up to the
So I stepped o'er the side, felt
my footing slide,
And promptly fell in the drink!
In my zeal to prove I was steadfast
I'd broken a cardinal rule:
Never assume there is just enough
Or you might end up looking the
Needless to say, I made quite a
Falling carelessly over the side.
But the only thing hurt was my
shorts and my shirt,
And a goodly piece of my pride.
The moral, of course, is hold on
to your horse,
Or your boat, or dock, or whatever.
And make sure that your feet are
On a piece of non-skid tether.
For as sure as there's rain, your
feat will remain
The fodder for friends' jokes forever.
And the story told to young and
Will be amplified over and over.
So take it from me when you put
out to sea
In your beautiful old wooden boats,
Be certain you take a sanity break,
�And also a cell phone that floats!
An original lyric by
our resident bard, FLC VP Jack Gifford. (It almost