So back in the long ago, the original Dad, Interrupted (that’s Grandpa, Interrupted now) got an urge to buy a sailboat, so he bought a little Scorpion-class boat and we took it to lakes and sometimes the ocean and sailed it around. These are pictures of us launching it on one of these trips.

I think you could get three people sitting on that boat at any one time. I recall learning some rudiments of sailing but not much.

That’s my dad, my brother, and my sister gathered around the tiny boat (named the “Patricia D” after our mom) and that’s me on the right watching them sail away.

The Me in that picture is horribly self conscious and certain that she is fat. Fifty or so years later, all I can think is WHAT THE HELL?

What the heck is she doing now?

© E. Stocking Evans 2016