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David
Spates
"Therefore I Am"
Published Aug. 12, 2003 |
Rubber duckie, you're the
one
The ocean is filled with majesty and mystery, opportunity
and heartache, longing and hunger. They say the ocean has no
memory. They say the ocean holds something for everyone. They
say the ocean will cleanse your soul and refill your spirit.
They say the ocean is filled with 29,000 rubber duckies.
It's not quite as mythical and magical as cleansing one's
soul, but it's true. Eleven years ago a cargo ship headed for
the fruited plains of the United States lost part of its shipment
during a North Pacific storm. In the lost container were -- say
it with me now -- 29,000 rubber duckies, and for more than a
decade these yellow, quacking vagabonds have been fearlessly
bobbing atop Earth's largest body of water. Not even the S.S.
Minnow was lost at sea that long.
A side note on the Minnow: It's a good thing I wasn't the
eighth passenger on that particular three-hour tour. Those people
on that island were much more forgiving than I. After the first
dozen or so rescue attempts that Gilligan fouled up, I would
have tied him to a banana tree and beaten him senseless with
a bamboo golf club.
There is some good news to report on the quackers, though.
Scientists expect some of the ducks may wash ashore in New England,
Canada and Iceland -- that's right, in the Atlantic! Some of
them are even due to hit Western Europe before their long, strange
trip ends. These surviving rubber duckies are more well-traveled
than most people I know, but I suspect even they wouldn't be
caught dead in the Caribbean off-season.
Computer simulations show that some of the ducks have floated
thousands of miles across the Pacific before settling into a
nice, slow-moving ice pack around the North Pole en route to
the Atlantic. Tough little birds, eh? Some of the ducks have
been found in Alaska and other locales, which enabled scientists
to better predict their travels and better understand ocean currents.
So not only are the rubber duckies enjoying a relaxing jaunt
from ocean to ocean, they're also advancing the state of oceanographic
science. God bless them.
That being said, I'll let you in on a little-known financial
windfall.
If you want to get your hands on a cool Benjamin, simply find
one of the duckies. The U.S. company that made the toys will
reward finders with a $100 savings bond. That's what I call found
money. If I found one, I'm not sure I'd want to turn it in. I
mean, sure, I'd alert the science community so they could add
the details to their rubber duckie spreadsheet or whatever they
have going, but I'm thinking a rubber duckie that rare might
be worth more than a measly 100 smackers.
One word: eBay.
I have no doubt in my mind that I could inflate the bidding
on a high-mileage duckie well past the $500 mark. Have you taken
a look at some of the garbage that people are buying on eBay?
Anyone willing to spend hard-earned money on bubblegum once chewed
by a Major League Baseball player will certainly open his wallet
for an incomparable treasure like this.
Who knows? Maybe you'll even come across the ultra-rare seafaring
turtle, or beaver or even the frog. Most of the lost shipment
included the yellow duckies we all know and love, but there were
a few of the other animals in there, too. Find one of those and
you can sit back and watch the eBay bids roll in, my friend.
Cha-ching.
Incidentally, the duckies aren't the only doodads floating
about. One scientist currently keeps tabs on Nike shoes, hockey
gloves, umbrella handles, a 50-foot-long U.S. Air Force booster
rocket and even Lego building blocks. According to a story in
the Christian Science Monitor, researcher Charles Moore said
tons of junk ends up in the Pacific gyre, a huge circular current
that he likened to a "toilet that never flushes."
A toilet that never flushes? How ... nice. I just won't mention
that part in the eBay auction.
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David Spates is a Knoxville resident and Crossville Chronicle contributor whose column
is published each Tuesday. He can be reached at davespates@chartertn.net.
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