For the past two years, Steve and Christina have been trying to get me on their Boston Whaler. I had it in my mind that I didn't really like boating, that boating wasn't something I did
I was wrong. Very wrong. I, in fact, love boating. And I have a lot of lost time to make up. The bay was too choppy, so we cruised up the river and saw ospreys, a bald eagle, and a mama duck with more ducklings than I can ever remember seeing.
The kids were all in Ocracoke with my mom. It was strange to be completely childless, to ride around on boats without any responsibilities. I suspect, though, that I'll enjoy boat rides with my sidekicks even more because, really, I like seeing things through their eyes even more than my own.
So now I have to weasel my way on to more boats. I have a whole list of people to go endear myself to. I better get on that.