The Boating Barrister

By John K. Fulweiler, Esq. Let me ask you a question. It’s a morals question, but not the kind that’s any fun. It’s a question lathered in maritime facts, but it’ll work just as good as if we were talking about forty acres and a dead mule in Minnesota. Maybe the question should give way to the narrative, ‘cause the narrative probably has the lesson and it’s the lesson I’m meaning to clear off the wharf and…

By John K. Fulweiler, Esq. I am not a gunslinger. I’m not a hired gun. But, if you’ve suffered an injury or a loss in the maritime setting and want or need someone to remedy the situation, I’m for hire. I won’t win the case for you, but I’ll help you win. You’ll supply the facts and I’ll supply the attention to detail, the organization and the forceful press of argument. And, damn, I’ll put the time…

By John K. Fulweiler, Esq. You can’t recreate your youth watching YouTube, but it’s fun to watch the adventures of some of the younger sailing couples. You have two groups. You’ve got the couple representing the kind of genetic fortitude and talent that settled the mighty West, and then you have everyone else. You see, Riley & Elayna of Sailing La Vagabonde can sail and dive and spearfish and make new friends at each port of call…

By John K. Fulweiler, Esq. At the diner where the spring wind comes whistles across an empty harbor and riffles the menus, the waitress called the guy seated catty-corner to me “Greg.” Problem was, and it turned out not to be, his work shirt was embroidered with “Nick.” It’d be hard to miss that red threadwork, making me muse the shirt was borrowed or he wasn’t the kind to take offense at being called the wrong name….

This parish hymnal that is my monthly missive should convey something helpful to the sailor. It’s not legal advice, but it aims at issue spotting and sparking a synapse. Nothing would make me smile more broadly (aside from watching my daughter snap her Opti around a mark like she’s on rails) than having this column light up a lively cockpit discussion. And so onward, Christian soldiers as we examine the murky world of picking up crew for…

A good story should start like Def Leppard’s 1987 album Hysteria, where the first song, “Women,” just drops into blazing chords making you think maybe you missed something. No progression, just round sound. Joe Elliot’s vocals shame today’s auto-tuned crooners. I ate another Quarter Pounder. We’d bought a bag of them and considered us provisioned. The grease was cold and hard. We were moving a Tartan up to Newport from a Connecticut harbor just commutable to Wall…

By John K. Fulweiler, Esq. I was in San Diego last week. A quick jaunt. Out and back in forty-eight hours. As I’m in a committed relationship with the Atlantic, I scowled at the Pacific and counted the time to boarding. Lonely travel has you chewing on thoughts until there’s just the gristle: an elastin mouthful of issues reduced to the basics. I like the occasional solo jaunt for that reason. I return with new clarity. I’ve…

In aid of preventing the loss of vessels and their cargo to the sea, the law of maritime salvage tosses the concept of time and materials billing overboard and embraces the monetary mechanics of a salvage award. That is, a volunteer who successfully renders aid to a vessel in distress is entitled to an award for his/her efforts which is almost always far in excess of any time and materials calculation.

Finding & Hiring a Maritime Injury Lawyer

I’m an admitted consumer of “boat porn.” It’s not the salacious viewing you’re conjuring. Boat listings (both print and online), boat ‘fail’ videos (including the grainy, but always amusing trailer launch mishaps) and YouTube’s offerings of those living aboard their sailboats are the images I steal away to view. If you watch enough of this stuff, you’re left with the impression that a lot of folks do stupid things and get away unscathed, that luck favors the novice, and that nobody seems much to care about the elements of good seamanship.