Guest Perspective: Roger Long
As related in the first part of this story [Midwinter, 2018], I fell in love with cruising narrow waterways and a woman with a delicate stomach.

Tim Murphy
When I die, daub a papyrus basket with pine tar and pitch, and set me off on the ebb in a salt-marsh trickle. I’ll go out as Moses came in. I grew up in a Louisiana bayou, which is another name for a salt-marsh trickle.

Guest perspective/Roger Long A few Points East readers from the single-digit years of this century may remember accounts of cruising in my 32-foot Endeavour, Strider. I once had the honor of being on the masthead of this magazine as a contributor, but slipped quietly from that pinnacle of my literaryRead More

Guest perspective/Ben Emory Navigating along the Maine coast has always been a welcome challenge of summertime, especially to the east of Schoodic. “. . . conditions change rapidly after passing [Mount Desert Island] bound east. There is more fog . . . The currents are stronger everywhere . . .Read More

Guest perspectve/Marilyn Brigham I make lists – shopping lists, birthday lists, Christmas lists, to-do lists. They keep me organized and focused, and I enjoy a feeling of some accomplishment when the task has been completed and all the items have been crossed off. But, early-on in our cruising, I’d drawnRead More

Guest perspectve/Charles Sutton My roommate at Cornell University for two years, starting back in 1948, was Joel White (1930-1997), son of E. B. White, most famous for his books “Charlotte’s Web” and “Stuart Little,” humorous articles in “The New Yorker” magazine, and for his wife, Katharine White, the magazine’s seniorRead More

Guest perspective/Greg Coppa Many years ago, I had the good fortune to receive a press pass to the America’s Cup Hall of Fame enshrinement ceremony, sponsored by the Herreshoff Marine Museum of Bristol, R.I. Inducted were a photographer (Morris Rosenfeld), a noted British yacht designer (George Watson) and a clutchRead More

Guest perspective/Bill Cheney We had just arrived at a Christmas party in Beaufort, S.C., when our hostess, a charming southern lady, asked me what I would like to drink. “I would love some Eggemoggin,” I said. I meant “eggnog,” of course, but that malapropism, or Freudian slip, or whatever itRead More

Guest perspective: Greg Jones I am a bridge tender. Some call bridge tenders America’s first line of defense, ever-vigilant monitors of the nation’s maritime lifeline. Some. Maybe. Maybe our mothers, who long ago despaired of us becoming doctors or lawyers. Others are, necessarily, less flattering. Mention the subject of bridgeRead More

Guest perspective: Sue Cornell There are some bucket-list experiences which, when ticked off, make it to the to-do-again-next-year list. The autumn tree-swallow spectacular on the Connecticut River is a perfect example. Not so long ago, only a few birders and locals knew about the phenomenon in which up to 400,000Read More