I hold no advanced degree. I am neither a doctor, a lawyer, nor an
Indian chief. I am not, in fact, any sort of licensed professional.
I am not rich -- not even "financially comfy." Call my condition
"uncomfy," if you wish. That's close enough.
I left middle-age behind me some time ago, but I am not yet
sufficiently decayed to be either romantic or fascinating.*
I do not now own a Potter, and I will probably never do so. (They're
wonderful little ships, to be sure, but I fear that neither Potter is
the boat for me.)
I have no interest in outboard motors, solar panels, batteries, genoa
tracks, or gel-coat repairs.
I am only a sometime sailor. My present sailing rig could be described
more-or-less accurately as comprising three sticks, an old tarp, and
some string. Not a Harken block to be seen anywhere, and a big
beaver-tail paddle serves as both lee-board and _steorbord_ (steering
oar).
Despite this admittedly long catalog of handicaps, however, a day
seldom passes when I don't find something of interest on the Potter
list. I hope I can be forgiven this small eccentricity.
Forrest Brownell
South Colton NY
forrest@slic.com
* "There's a fascination frantic
In a ruin that's romantic;
Do you think you are sufficiently decayed?"
-- Ko-Ko, Lord High Executioner of Titipu, to Katisha, "an
elderly lady," in Gilbert and Sullivan's _The Mikado_.