Romance
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Armed
Coming into Mobile Bay, tying up at Dog River Marina, I had a decision to make: whether to sail for Key West, across the Gulf of Mexico, or take the […]
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Virtue of the Easy Way
We had been on the move for a month. Starting out, I had tried to teach Betsy how to manage the boat, taking any opportunity to teach and keep her […]
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What Independent Means
I was supposed to be independently wealthy. How else could I pay cash for a sailboat and afford to be without a job? Did I feel rich, spending all of […]
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Belly Up
Betsy was all for heading to the Caribbean or Central America, to the Rio Dolce, the “sweet river”, in Guatemala. That was where I imagined delivering the baby, anchored […]
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Tuning the Rig
We had not had sex since living together in the mountains. Back then, we had had a lot of it for fun, not trying to get pregnant. The fun had […]
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Name Change
We were hungover leaving the yacht broker’s house. I asked Betsy to drive and opened the car door, letting her in. Closing the door, I walked around to the passenger […]
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Expiration Date
At a dinner party with the yacht broker who had sold me the boat, Betsy and I sat across the table from Mark, a good looking younger man, one of […]
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Glamour of Thieves
I located a boat in Texas. Practically a new vessel, with less than fifty hours on the engine, sitting on an inland lake near Austin. The floorboards weren’t even scratched. […]
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Synchronized
In North Carolina, we looked for a house up and down the Outer Banks, and all along the western shore of Pamlico Sound, no luck. But a boat like the one […]