AFTER SANDING THE BOTTOM for a couple of hours and elevating my Smurfiness to a new level, I took another break. Okay, okay, I’d only been sanding for thirty minutes, but it had felt like hours. Was this bet with Norm really worth it?
The answer to my question came in the form of a conversation I overheard between Liam and his uncle. The redheaded young man was on his phone, leaning against his car. “I’m telling you, at the rate this chick is going, you’d better plan on changing the name of your boat. On the plus side, ET is only two letters, so it won’t cost as much to get the vinyl decal printed up.”
By the way in which he held the phone away from his ear, I guessed that he was getting chewed out. “Relax. I was just kidding.” He listened for a moment. “You want me to do what? Oh, come
