Around 1900, T.S. Lecky wrote, "Never loan another man your horse, your gun, or your sextant."
Anonymous (a fellow who has said so many quotable things) said more recently, "You wouldn't let another man handle your woman. Don't let him handle your sextant."
Cared for properly a sextant can last for decades. But if somebody picks it up by the index arm rather than by the frame or handle just once, or even worse, drops it just once, it will be ruined beyond repair.
Bill, your Davis sextant will be a tiny bit more tolerant of being picked up by the index arm than a metal sextant will be...but on the other hand, people will view your plastic sextant as a toy of some sort, and not treat it with the care it deserves.
Brian, I think the idea of a plastic sextant case is a terrific idea. Back in the days when I was working with students and giving advice on buying guitars, I used to say that if you bought a $500 guitar, it was worth buying a $250 hard shell case to protect it. I would say the same is true of your Astra sextant....but if you can get a top quality case for $125, that is a bargain.
As for color, that is a personal esthetic choice. I would go for the yellow, just because it will make the box more visible if it gets stuffed in among some sailbags, or back in a tunnel-like berth on top of your sleeping bag.
Brian, my previous email to you was in the morning just before I pulled apart my office so we could get new windows installed. They now are installed, and I have put my system back together. Turns out it is a lot easier to pull out all the cables than it is to sort them out and plug them back into the right computers.
Brian, you said you might have time to study celestial from the Bahamas. About when do you expect that to be?
"As I sail, I praise God, and care not."
Luke Foxe, Arctic Explorer, 1634
I desire no more delight
Than to be under sail and gone tonight.
Gratiano, in Act 2, Scene 6, The Merchant of Venice
By William Shakespeare, 1596
Some day you will read in the papers that D.L. Moody, of East Northfield, is dead. Don't you believe a word of it! At that moment I shall be more alive than I am now.
D. L. Moody (1837-1899)
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