Imagine it is 30 years in the future. Mel is toddling around the garden pond in her seaside retirement community, wearing her foulies since it is about to rain. Greg is nearby, hovering over a solar panel, looking at his ammeter and muttering something about corrosion. Suddenly, a small group of someone else’s grandkids burst…
Last night we had no wind here in St. George’s harbor. We both noticed how quiet it was in the anchorage. Well no wonder. Everyone is either coming from or going to Europe. They are all exhausted. Mel thought before going to bed, “I’ll probably wake up in the middle of the night since I…
We have arrived in Bermuda! We have officially completed the first two verses in “Kokomo.” That was not a goal of ours, but Mel might as well say it was, because that is another accomplishment. After a weird fuel tank issue at the fuel dock that resolved, we are now anchored out. Of course, standing…
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