That was us, led by "Mr. Fun Time", Justin Long.
Justin is the Miami-based performance artist known for burying limousines, giving shopping cart thrill rides, and shooting big timber with a ten-foot crossbow. When we went out to Stiltsville Thursday night, he carried a small boat he had made. He told me "We are giving Pogo a viking funeral". When I replied, "Lucky dog", Justin corrected me. Pogo was a human.
Richard "Pogo" Evans was a family friend who died four years ago after a long illness. The builder of motorcycles and boats and avid ocean racer wanted to go out with a bang, hence the boat under Justin's arm.
Being dead, Pogo wasn't in a hurry to return to the ocean he had loved.
Surrounded by the curious, Mr. Fun Time opened his boat's hatch and stuffed half of the hull with Pogo's ashes. In the other half was a package of gunpowder from which emerged a nine-foot fuse.
Justin's brother set it in the water, lit the cord, and we watched it drift off on the outgoing tide.
The fuse instructions had read, "burns at one-foot per minute" so we counted down until someone said, "This is taking too long. Can someone just tell us when there's ten seconds left".
Three minutes later Pogo's ashes -and his boat- were blasted into oblivion.
It was dark. Presumably Pogo either rose to heaven or returned to the salty waters that had loved. I like to think he did both.