from Marthas Vineyard. He looked familiar in the story, then seeing his boat,....

I realized he had rowed over and point us to a mooring in Lake Tashmoo this past september as we were waiting for Earl. Very sad to lose his friend first, and also the ketch he had built himself. He struck me as a very experienced sailor.

This time of year always seems to claim a few boats and occasionally a sailor on the east coast.