Joshua and I went out on a French breakfast mission bright and early and we were not disappointed with our chocolate and almond croissants.  When we arrived back at the marina we found Michael strung two thirds up Gerty’s mast…

I feel happy.  I am sitting in a rather uncomfortable grey plastic chair at JFK International Airport. I see a yellow, neon sign that reads “B 28,” and outside the window immensely large aircrafts are repeatedly defying all logic as…