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Winter only lasted for a few weeks here.  It consisted mainly of sixty degree days and  in the thirties at night.  The trees that lose their leaves did so.   They are starting to bud now.Flowers can be found everywhere.  Tulips…

I was a lake sailor all my life.  I never had to deal with tides until I started working at Sound Sailing Center in Norwalk, Connecticut, and even then, it wasn’t really that big of a deal.   Cruising down the east coast, though, it was a big…

You might look at this photo and think “Awwww.   Look how Olivia loves Dave!””Just look how Olivia cuddles up to him.  She just adores him!”Well, Olivia and I have grown fairly close over the past few months that daughter Megan has been away….

I tend to have a Polly Anna view of the world.  It’s a fault, I know.  I always tend to look on the bright side of things, and can find humor and pleasure in the most mundane or miserable things.  I laugh at the dumb things I do, and eve…

We have a heavy heart tonight….. Our Gertie has gone to heaven….. She has been battling a disease that has stumped the vet for over a year. We have run blood work, done tests, even did exploratory surgery…..we finally settled on a rare disease, s…

Gertie has been off the boat and living with Pam’s mom for the past couple of months.  She seemed to be doing better for awhile, but she’s taken a turn for the worse.  Pam’s mom called to say that she’s vomiting up all her food, and there’s b…

Yep.  That would be me.  I’ve always been that way.  I’ve been known to go to work at 3 AM to fix a computer that had a problem I couldn’t diagnose, but when the answer came to me at 3 AM, off I’d go.I installed two Electrosense tank lev…

I had noticed something odd about Lake Champlain.  Unlike the Great Sacandaga, a manmade lake that we had sailed on for many years, I noticed that all the waterfowl got off the water at night and headed for shore.   On the Sacanadaga, it was …

I posted this to my Facebook status on Valentine’s Day morning:To my Wonderful Valentine, my wife Pamela. You are my love, my life. As we are sitting here at the dock, holding tank overflowing and stinking up the whole boat, and we can’t get to th…

I know many of you regular readers admire our glamorous, exciting, exotic lifestyle.   “Living like rock stars as you and Pam do,” you ask, “how do you not let it go to your head?  How do you stay rooted in reality?”Good question.  For m…