Boat Watch 2020 Reader Email - "Dear Carl, Join Me On Summer Solstice"

That tweet right there basically changed my life. Before then I had only heard about Chicago boat watches. It was lore mixed with myth mixed with some great tasting less fillings. I had been waiting my whole life for this moment and had to spring into action. From here, you've probably seen this play out on the account of my overwhelming obsession with Boat Watch:

There was the introductory investigation: 

And the crowd-sourced updates: 

That left the community search for answers: 

So Barstool Chicago delivered:

So there I am minding my business last night just having a warm glass of milk and a handful of melatonin when I get the following email:

Turns out I'm not the only one who longs for more time on Boat Watch. Turns out I'm not a crazy person (yes I am). Turns out the owner of Summer Solstice is so moved by our collective impact that he's left no choice but to offer up his vessel in the name of content. 

In return, Poseidon promises calm waters and open seas for eternity. 

Not a bad trade off when you really think about it:

So that's where we stand on Boat Watch 2020. Carl and Lucas cruising the river, waiting on the bridge lifts and chatting babes. Sue me for being a real sailor.

And probably most exciting is my budding friendship with Lucas. I want to go back to something he said in his email that really stands out:

 I do not want to add anything to what you have already investigated, letting readers guess all unrevealed details.

The last guy I heard of to own a boat, love being on the water, and restrict narrative details in the sake of expanding the reader's imagination and commitment to the story is a little guy named ERNEST FUCKING HEMINGWAY

Point is I'm on my way to becoming the next great American novelist and no one can stop me. Not even the Chicago river bridge lifts or your bullshit criticism.