Sailing
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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 […]
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Dolphin in the Water
The wave action we were caught in made pulling the anchors dicey. To wait for the wind to calm down would have been the better move. Going forward to winch […]
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Signals
I made another bad choice of anchorage that night. For reasons I’m embarrassed to admit; instead of crossing the channel at Port Bolivar, heading for the inner harbor at Galveston, […]
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Driving, Mostly Riding, With Ross
TO TAMPA AND BACK My younger son Ross is six feet, six inches tall, has hair three feet long, a beard that near reaches his chest, and blue eyes. Some […]