Whit brought this sailboat home from camp. Sailing and woodshop were his two favorite activities. We were not even out of the camp parking lot when I put it in the trunk and closed the back of the car, breaking the mast in two. I’ll never forget Whit’s eyes at that moment, which filled instantly with tears and looked at me, round, upset, helpless. We bought a new mast and installed it with the help of Poppy’s wood shop in the basement of my parents’ house. Whit could not be prouder of this boat. I love it.
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