Chain

In a never-ending search for security we do many things. Every large city is a testament to this in the form of its skyline devoted to insurance companies. Just a few are the Aon and Hancock buildings in Chicago, the infamous MetLife behind Grand Central Station in NYC and San Francisco’s Transamerica Pyramid, deemed earthquake proof.

There are at least ten types of insurance I am involved in: malpractice, auto, marine, towing, life, disability, homeowners, dental, medical and long term care. There may be more. How about Apple Care for the Mac Book Air I write this on and the service contract for my phone in case I drop another one in the bilge!

In my lifetime I have had few claims and I hope to keep it that way. If I had to do a root cause analysis I’d say this is because of a combination of caution and good luck. Can you hear me knocking on wood? The mere mention of this topic brings superstition into play. Well educated in the sciences, I like to think of myself as above all it, but I am not. A childhood spent in the spell of Sicilian superstitions has taken care of that.

So, yesterday I arose determined to take another step at self-determination; add fifty feet of Acco HT 3/8” Grade 40 chain to my existing seventy feet. This will give me, really Carrie Rose, 120 feet of very heavy chain attached to a 20 kilogram Bruce anchor. Charlotte and I should sleep better knowing all that galvanized steel sits on the bottom.



Watch your fingers



Ditto!