As I type this, we're in not-so-heavy-seas in the middle of the Delaware river, a whole two miles or so from our home dock.
When my dad was my age, he rode this home-made abortion out to George's Bank and worked on a damn submarine. I'm sitting here bitching when a ship wake rocks us at the dock.
Yup, I miss sailing in the blue water sometimes.
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