Monday, December 10, 2012   While "inner" Colby has harbored his
fair share of seamen (set safely a sail on rubber dinghies of
course), there may be no greater preponderance of phallic
prowess marking mankind's symbolic sea charts than our immodest
attempts to conquer the vast open ocean-- the unfathomable
depths and watery abyss a nice concordance to the mysteries of
sexual congress.  If anything, at nearly 90% water, we each
carry the ocean with us, a legacy of our hydrophillic ancestors,
one ancient forgotten Atlantean grandma nesting unnoticed inside
another, a nearly unending chain of fucks leading to each and
every one of us.  Once a year, the city of Baltimore hosts
"Dollar Days".  All of the city's Inner Harbor attractions and
museums, including the National Aquarium (normally $25 a pop)
charge only a dollar.  This year I decided to finally tour the
"Ships of the Inner Harbor", a collection of 4 historic ships
docked around the Aquarium: The USS Constellation, first built
in 1797 by Baltimore shipbuil