Captain of the Sinking Ship

M y boating hobby started over 40 years ago when I was in my 20s. My first boat I actually won in a raffle at our local Pace warehouse store. After making my purchase I scrawled my name on a raffle entry blank and threw it into the fishbowl at the checkout. Next thing I knew I was the proud owner of a little sailboat which we kept outside in the backyard. Come summertime we tied the sailboat to the top of the car and drove to a state park about 45 miles away to take it out on the water.

That first sailboat was destroyed after about 15 years when a tree fell on it and cracked it in half. By then I was an experienced boater and I purchased a new better sailboat to use during the summer. Over the years I upgraded to faster sailboats and bought a canoe.

About four years ago I decided the time had come to buy a real motorboat. I found a 50-year-old 14-foot-long boat that was in excellent condition and paid about $900 for it. We used the boat about 10 or 15 times each summer and thoroughly enjoyed it. The boat did break down a few times but the fixes were easy and inexpensive.

Once the engine conked out in the middle of Chesapeake Bay. The custom among motor boaters is to wave to every boater you meet. When I broke down on the water I discovered why. In the society of boaters it is understood that you help each other when there’s trouble. After about three minutes of rocking in the waves a boat approached and its owner tried to help me get my engine started. When those efforts failed he offered to tow me three miles to where my trailer was parked — and refused to accept payment.