Bubba the Pirate

Sunset at Broward Creek Somewhere back in the day when karaoke had exploded onto the American scene, I found myself in a bar during a karaok...

My love/hate relationship with my inflatable dinghy had turned to mostly hate. I was having to inflate it every morning and even after going...

Wednesday was going to be glorious. I had sailed Ruth Ann enough to be quite confident as a sailor again. My personal and business calendars...

I promised bliss from now on. This post actually is about bliss but of a kind that many people, especially landlubbers, might not understand...

I have felt a little funny about some of my recent posts. In reporting on real-life-on-the-water, I kept feeling like I was being negative o...

I have learned that it is important to listen carefully to the way I speak to myself. Whenever I “hear” myself start to say “I’ll just …” or...

This is the Final Post of a four part series detailing my voyage down the East Coast in search of warmer weather for the Winter. Editor'...