Reflections of an Old Salt

am 90 years old, dwindling in mind and body and fear living too long. Twenty years have passed since I last weighed anchor. Still, when a Carolina blue sky is polka-dotted with billowing cumulus clouds and the wind blows fair, I sorely miss raising sail and setting forth. I remember more than any other part of my life the adventures of sailing a small boat down “The Waterway” and across The Gulf Stream to the Bahamas. I remember so clearly, because the events of those years were more than a dream