In 2002, I was in my late 70s, retired, and bored. In earlier years, I would probably have been at the harbor working on a boat or sailing. But after selling my cold-molded 31' Herreshoff cat-ketch, I was pretty well resigned that, at my age, my boating days were over. However, in the quiet of my room one lazy Sunday afternoon, just daydreaming, I asked myself what boat would be ideal, without any regard for cost, investment, or any other practical consideration. Things such as one-upmanship didn't enter into this. Even I was surprised that the boat that meant the most to me, the one I related to most directly, was the first real boat I ever owned-a dory.
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