February 1, 2006 at 1:46 pm
Midwinter 2006 By Dodge Morgan Of all life’s joys, sailing is a strong No. 2 after sex. This truism becomes emblazoned with clarity during a midwinter in Maine, because sailor’s minds are diverted to memories of occasions when the lead pair of human joy – those two “S” words –Read More
October 1, 2005 at 4:03 pm
October 2005 By Dodge Morgan Twenty-five years ago, Eagle was only 54 years old and I was a 48-year-old pup. The two of us were cuddled in Christmas Cove for the annual bending on of sails after another spring journey down the Damariscotta River from Paul Bryant’s Riverside Boat Yard,Read More
September 1, 2005 at 4:01 pm
September 2005 By Dodge Morgan I have been fascinated with the meaning of luck since an early age, when I first become aware that I was one lucky bastard. The awareness is visceral, like when one knows when the answer will be “yes” before the question is posed or whenRead More
August 1, 2005 at 4:12 pm
August 2005 By Dodge Morgan I have been often asked what differences I see in the solo sail of Bruce Schwab from that of mine 20 years ago. Both of us have accomplished a solo, nonstop circumnavigation under sail. It is interesting that the answer is a lot, yet notRead More