Every year our marina
threw a fabulous party. We got the opportunity to take a ride on the Journey, a double masted steel schooner that was docked
there. Don’s girls seemed to really enjoy themselves, and Erin even got a turn at the helm. She appeared to take this
job very seriously. We’ll make sailors out of them yet.
I was pointing out all the sights to Erin, and directed her attention to the
marina. “That is where we keep the boat. See all the masts?” She asked “Which one is our boat?” and
I told her to look for the littlest mast. This made the crew and the surrounding passenger’s chuckle. But I stated “We’re
not embarrassed; we’re not trying to overcompensate.” To which Erin exclaimed loudly while looking up at the two
tall masts on the Journey “But these people are, aren’t they!” Out of the mouths of babes!