Adventures In Coastal Living

I lived on the coast most of my life. My memories of places, people and events frame these stories. I always start with something true…but, I sometimes wander off a bit.

The Good Boat

The little sloop Pussytoes was to get rechristened. Around the boatyard, we snickered. Who’d want to sail the on the Pussytoes?

PEM

Nautical

what child growing up on stories of the sea by father and uncles can resist dazzling tales of Caribbean piracy?

Bristol 27

A friend owned a Bristol 27. A boat that could be comfortable for two on extended cruising but wasn’t something two people could liveaboard.

BPOE

Small nuggets of fact often are below mountains of folklore. Getting to the nugget usually is impossible. So it is with most sea stories.

Shotgun Christmas

Growing up in Manhattan, my idea of the forest was the little woods in the parks I played in. The lore of Christmas tree hunting was restricted.

Remembering

The healthy growth of forests was a later phenomenon, he told me. When he was young, there were few trees; wood got cut for heat.

The Woodbox

While we had been courting visits to grandmother during the winter had required heating soapstone bedwarmers on the stove and putting them in the bed before retiring.

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