Sailing

My Dad was a sailor.  Read the wind, the tide, the currents, and scoot where he knew breezes were the strongest.

In our tiny working fishing harbor, we were legends - because our sailboat (we're talking 40 feet here) HAD NO MOTOR.  You sailed off the mooring and you sailed back to it.  Ever try to stop a sleek boat without a braking function?

Day in, day out - hit that mooring and stop.  I suspect that it is the rare sailor today who has the skills we kids acquired from my Dad.

I brag, but I suspect this time it's justified.