It is clear to me now that I must do what I have to do. I simply must live the hand I have been dealt. And though somewhat relieved, I am significantly more
than just a little saddened by the events
of the past 60 years and the shocking discovery that I am a poor choice of companionship both in the opposite sex... and dogs
. A story for another time...the dog. But boats....ahhhh boats! Summers on Lake Erie and Chatauqua. Hobies and Sunfish was all it took to plant the seed that is now well rooted. I am a man set loose to pursue the life many wish they could but find themselves firmly tethered to things persistently immovable and unforgiving of even the most innocent neglect. I am free to buy a modest sailing vessel and make it mine. My home, my way my, mine, me...me, mine...blah, blah, blah.. hmm. no.
chuck all that...except maybe for the women
and the damn dog...anyway.
New here, looking to begin in a place where I should have been all along. On board...some experience, I'm handy as hell...great at improvising and looking for my sail-away home to be named "Revenge". Hope you will tolerate an occasional really dumb question or slightly too animated response. Love the community and promise to be a positive influence as long as we don't get too deeply into subjects in praise of man's best friend...I'm still healing.