We are in the land of sailboats. 250 slips in Haven Harbor, Rock Hall Maryland, and we and Gypsies are only a couple of the few power boats in here. I'm not sure why they let us stink potters in with all these rag baggers. I guess our money is as green as theirs.

September Song is at the end of this dock with nothing but sailboats all around her. She feels like she doesn't belong. We assured her that she is still the biggest and best boat in the marina and all the others are envious. She felt better after I told her that.