|Three generations of Ford men, my grandson, son and me.|
I had fun with a hand-held GPS. Sailing back to the boat launch we topped five knots. A great sail!
|My grandson on the day he became a sailor.|
In the week since the adventure my son says all by grandson talks about is "papa's boat." It must be true. He spent the night with me and the first word out of his sleepy 2-year-old mouth this morning was "Boat!" My boy.