The year was 1970. My dad's friend invited me on his sailboat, a 1936 Alden 44. The moment I stepped on deck, I was in love. I told myself I would one day own my own sailboat. But as time went on, with kids, a house and everything else sapping up whatever money I made, I finally conceded I will have to wait til another life.
Then my SO stepped in and helped make it happen, that is, depending on how the survey goes. The boat, a 1986 Aloha 32, has been perfectly maintained and it's got all the bells and whistles, with the exception of some older electronics. Monday is the survey. This is a picture of the boat. I still can't believe it.
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