![]() ![]() So loud that I exited the truck and headed toward the boat to have a talk with my new friend (demon). It was calling my name, getting louder and louder. My truck seemed to brake all by itself, and I could hear a voice coming from the direction of the boat. That latent dream jumped into the forefront of my brain one day as I passed a broken-up sailboat hull, deteriorating in the back 40 of a parking lot of a small town. Years went by quickly and all of a sudden, I was 40 and the children were 10 and 13. The dream had been put aside when I got married at an early age, started a career, and children followed soon afterward. I watched one of the owners of the company working diligently to finish off his Westsail 32 kit in pursuit of his dream.Įither way, I do remember the exact moment when I shared that dream with my wife. Maybe it was formulated while at a truck building plant, working a summer job in the mid 70’s. I think it was one of the Glen-L original plans. Having started to sail at an early age, I do remember lying in the small cabin of our 16’ day sailor reading an issue of Popular Mechanics about building a sailboat out of plywood. I can’t remember the exact moment that the “sailing away” dream was formulated in my head.
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