March 13, 2017 at 12:01 am
It was in the midst of a long stretch of nothing as we headed home from Maine – hour after hour of incessant, greasy, undulating seas and an occasional glimpse of land off Cape Neddick – when my old psychologist friend spoke. We’d both been quiet for a while, whichRead More
January 27, 2017 at 4:15 pm
In the midst of this year’s Points East holiday gathering I wondered, as I have done yearly at this event, why does this magazine “taste” so good? Why the devoted readership? Why the nearly 100 percent staff attendance at this party, year after year, many driving from afar? Why theRead More
November 21, 2016 at 3:36 pm
A bucket list adventure to the Pacific Northwest ends successfully for our columnist, but now withhout a bit of disaster.
October 1, 2016 at 12:25 pm
“This is not only a gripping story, but also one of the most dramatic and detailed sailing adventures of all time,” said none other than Walter Cronkite on the dust jacket of Ferenc Máté’s novel, “Ghost Sea.” Nearly a century ago, on the wild British Columbia coast, a Kwakiutl warriorRead More
September 1, 2016 at 12:27 pm
As we rounded Appledore Island at the Isle of Shoals Saturday afternoon, I crossed my fingers. It was high season, a weekend, and unbelievably hot ashore, so I feared all the moorings in the Shoals’ Gosport Harbor would be taken. But it was worse than that: Many boats had toRead More
August 1, 2016 at 12:39 pm
As I was rigging some new jib sheets on board Elsa last week, a fleet of little 420 sailboats, each crewed by two young teens, sailed by me in Marblehead Harbor, headed in after a race. These kids were happy, smiling, and very polite to this old sea dog asRead More
April 1, 2016 at 12:49 pm
A good friend who is editor of a particular magazine I write for sent me a nice note a couple years back when I said I had a real conflict and couldn’t make it to an important event. “Well, Dave, I’ve yet to meet anyone who can be in twoRead More
February 1, 2016 at 12:22 pm
“It’s not what you look at that matters; it’s what you see,” Henry David Thoreau wrote. He might have been thinking about this vessel. I know I was. And I knew I was looking at something beautiful. Something still beautiful. Others strolled by, seeing nothing, or stopped, looking surreptitiously, maybeRead More