David Roper

Dave Roper is a regular columnist for Points East. Next to sailing, telling and writing stories is Dave’s favorite pastime.  His most recent book, Watching for Mermaids was a three-time Boston Globe bestseller www.watchingformermaids.net. His writing has been published in eighteen languages.  Dave has been a yacht delivery skipper, captain of a 135’ Mississippi River stern wheel cruise ship, and life-long cruiser along the coast of Maine aboard his 31’ Independence sloop, Elsa Marie.  Dave is the founder of A-Script, a career advisory and resume writing firm in Marblehead, MA.  davidroper00@gmail.com
Watching the nest

Watching the nest

September 1, 2009 at 5:15 pm

September 2009 By David Roper The wing of sail divides wind and then wind joins it together again. Nothing is used, so nothing is wasted. The Tao of Sailing Hold those words and bear with me. Think about cycles – life cycles. I know I was, as I sat underRead More

Big Red and driving the bend

Big Red and driving the bend

August 1, 2009 at 5:33 pm

August 2009 By David Roper The year I met Big Red I was living alone in an ark under a bridge in St. Paul, Minn., on the Upper Mississippi River. Dave’s Ark was a 42-foot home-built steel houseboat which, due to its ancient and long-ago seized-up Ford 302 engines, neverRead More

Watching vastness and why we do it

Watching vastness and why we do it

July 1, 2009 at 5:26 pm

July 2009 By David Roper Late afternoon finds her standing at the very edge of the sea, waves just touching her toes, the rising onshore breeze lifting her hair, sunlight glowing against her skin and faded neon bikini. One of the locals, one of the women who brings no accessoriesRead More

Someone’s been sleeping in my bed

Someone’s been sleeping in my bed

June 1, 2009 at 5:22 pm

June 2009 By David Roper The most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you? Go ahead, name it. But you won’t top this: Actually, the absolute King of All Embarrassing Moments was witnessed not by me, but by my boss the year I was the captain of his 58-footRead More

I’ll have one order of paradise to go

I’ll have one order of paradise to go

May 1, 2009 at 5:21 pm

May 2009 By David Roper Years ago, back in my boat delivery days, I was hired to help a couple head off on the first leg of their dream. They were an anxious pair, long on their romantic vision of “escaping and living the dream,” and short on the practicalRead More

Mermaids and confessions to The Stem

Mermaids and confessions to The Stem

April 1, 2009 at 5:35 pm

April 2009 By David Roper July 12, 1959: 44.04N/68.35W, a small island east of Isle au Haut, Maine: So I ran, as I always did. Actually seeing two mermaids was all too much for a 9-year-old to understand. Who in the world would ever believe me? Talking about it withRead More

The truth about mermaids

The truth about mermaids

February 1, 2009 at 5:19 pm

Midwinter 2009 By David Roper June 15, 1608: In 1608, the English navigator Henry Hudson was skirting the polar ice off the Arctic coast of Russia in his second attempt to find a northeast route to the spice markets of China. Near the coast of Novaya Zemlya, Hudson made hisRead More

Peeling back the layers: The Roper Boats

Peeling back the layers: The Roper Boats

December 1, 2008 at 3:52 pm

December 2008 By David Roper On May 5, 1994, my now 92-year-old dad (aka, “Grampy” to Points East readers) self-published a book called “Roper Boats.” The book contained both pictures and narrative, done in his inimitable style, describing about 40 Roper boats owned either by his father, himself, or byRead More

Watch out when you think you know a lot

Watch out when you think you know a lot

October 1, 2008 at 3:42 pm

October 2008 By David Roper I have eaten lunch in the Driftwood restaurant on Marblehead’s waterfront with the same three guys (a group known locally as “the boys“) once a week, 52 weeks a year, every year for the past decade. Over these 500-plus lunches, many conversations have been aboutRead More

Why are we here? Are we going to be OK?

Why are we here? Are we going to be OK?

September 1, 2008 at 3:40 pm

September 2008 By David Roper For the last three days and nights there’s been just two of us in here. Two boats. Two people. He’s about a hundred yards away, aboard a tired 21-foot low-end cabin sailboat. One spreader droops down forlornly like the broken wing of a bird. HeRead More