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A Sloop’s Tale

A lost boat, a daughter’s quest. In installments.

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Fairwinds

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

"I wish I could say where it's at," he said, sounding earnest.  I could feel him searching for the right thing to say.  "I would give you anything I had."  Those were his exact words: I would give you anything I had.   I believed him.  He didn't want to be a ...

Saying hi to old geezers

Monday, August 11th, 2008

After many months, Dominic came through for me.  "Spoke to a mutual buddy about Ed the welder.  His last name is Novell (sp?) If you have any luck, I'd like to say hi to the old geezer!"  This was after I had just read that his lawyer had sickened and died ...

Grasping at memories

Monday, July 21st, 2008

After all that, and Dominic didn't remember his name.  Damn.  Yet another stumbling block I had not anticipated.  Several months passed after that initial email.  I placed a classified ad in Soundings, the publication my mother had originally placed the "unfinished boat for sale" ad in.  It was a long shot, ...

Picking through the skeletons

Saturday, June 28th, 2008

I reached tentatively into the blankness of cyberspace with a quick, to-the-point email - polite but beseeching. You better believe I didn't mention his ...situation.  "I can't think of anyone else who could help me with this but you," I wrote, trying to get across a sense of my desperation. "I'm just looking for a ...

Don’t assume

Monday, June 16th, 2008

His name isn't really Dominic Snow.  Let's get that out of the way first.  I just Googled that name a moment ago and up popped a nice nature photography site, and I don't want anyone getting any ideas about the real Dominic Snow.  I guess I feel a sort of defense mechanism ...

The Perils of a Google Search

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

When at last it was clear to me that I was finally and truly going to get started with the search, I indulged in a lot of fantasy. I imagined finding out that the boat was docked in some glassy Bahamian lagoon; I imagined buying a plane ticket. I even ...

Let’s call him… Dominic

Monday, May 26th, 2008

The Boat, July 1986, shortly before it was sold. Some events morph into myth in the history of families.  Truths are sometimes cast off, a little bit at a time.  I say this because as I wrestle these stale memories into a (quasi) coherent narrative, I keep coming across all of these ...

Strange Comfort

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

Brain tumors are a bitch.  They take dreams, and dignity, and fathers.  In my more selfish moments, the losses I mourn most fervently are the experiences I would have had if the boat were completed, if our little family had climbed into that boat and lived lives of sailors and scuba divers, ...

22 years later…

Monday, May 12th, 2008

The Boat, December 1980. It is surprising, even to me, that the following story is true. Or at least it's going to start that way. I'm still hoping for a miracle ending, but even if D- gets out of jail soon, I doubt he could do anything else to help ...

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