Last Saturday's Volunteer Day on the 12th was typical July Summer,, Hot, humid and breezeless, the kind of day in which to get things over with early. Nevertheless Volunteers mustered on board to do what needed to be done. Meanwhile your scribe wasn't much better off, just in a different spot, He,(that would be me) was, and still is-as of this writing somewhere on the Chesapeake delivering a sailboat. And back in Charleston, judging from the accomplishments on deck made in that morning, I wasn't even missed.
Ken and Walter lifted out the trash pump from its locker on the deck onto the fixed dock and connected intake and exhaust hoses. The pump started and ran well but created no suction- priming water made it to discharge hose but nothing else. The crew moved the whole rig across to the floating dock to see if lower suction lift (it was low tide so much suction needed from the higher fixed dock to water) would help, NO such luck. Tony was last seen online bringing up the pump's exploded view. His Engineer-mind now hardwired to isolate the cause.
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