Remember times we sailed our 36-foot sloop into Martha’s Vineyard. Many memories:
— when 12-year-old Grandson Travis Darwin ate his first lobster.
— when the lady in the nearby sailboat yelled “I want to see you get that big dog (85 -pound Golden Retriever named Captain Jack) into that dinghy.”
— when by telephone Doyle Guthrie asked “just where are you?” I answered by describing an auto ferry coming from Chappaquiddick Island. Doyle advised: “don’t run off any bridges.”
— when the swimmer from a sloop anchored nearby lifted his cup and said he wanted to borrow some sugar, “preferably in alcoholic form.”
Martha’s Vineyards—a good place to visit, even if you had to catch a ride from Florida. Warning: the yacht club is a bit snooty.
