father sailed south down the Atlantic seaboard, one of the
areas we spent a bit of time in was the Chesapeake Bay. As we
sailed into a small cove to anchor for the night, I spotted
this old skipjack fishing boat just sitting there abandoned.
Our home built was also a Chesapeake skipjack, so my artist
blood began to speed up and I could hardly wait to get over
there to do some sketching. Ten years went by and I saw her
again, still in the long grass, very little had changed, it
was as if time had past her by.