by Ray Jason
One of my favorite examples of sea gypsy tribal wisdom is this humorous aphorism: “The most dangerous thing on a boat is a … calendar!” I can personally attest to this, since almost every serious calamity aboard AVENTURA resulted from being in the spider’s grasp of “a deadline.” But there is one segment of the year where I do enjoy marking the passing days; and that is late March. This enthusiasm stems from the imminent arrival of April Fools’ Day.
All Fools’ Day does not appeal to me because I enjoy playing pranks on people. Instead, I savor it because of its links to the tradition of the court jester. In an era when disagreeing with a king could be a beheading experience, the one exception was the resident fool. He could lampoon the foibles and lunacy of royal conduct and usually live to tell.