Confessions of an Ancient Mariner
It might be my Norwegian heritage--just 25% but more than any other component of my total make-up--that is responsible for my fascination with boats and water and those two items together. It's certainly not because of any great success I've had while in a boat on the water. No trophies line my walls; no odes are sung about me. And still, as the poet John Masefield wrote in his poem "I Must Go Down to the Sea": "I must go down to the seas again,the lonely sea and the sky,/And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,/ and the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's/ shaking,/And a grey mist on the sea's face and the grey dawn/breaking."
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