There is a time and place where a dream is born. Sometimes it is a small and fleeting place, one that escapes into memory and curiosity. Such was the case with this dream. The dream in its generic form is one that is shared by many; sail away to distant lands, azure waters, white sands, and sun filled skies. Magazine photos of sailboats at anchor, beating across tropic seas have an allure unto themselves.
“Hon, there’s a boat over in Buffalo that we ought to take a look at.” Susan has heard those words before and before her eyes could roll or sighs escape, I followed up with “And it’s not a project boat!”