On this, the 6th anniversary of my father's passing, it is befitting that I begin my article at long last. The story is one authored by him.
As a child summering on our chain of lakes there was nothing like being outdoors. We all have lake moments we hold dear. Like hearing a loon calling at night, seeing an eagle soar overhead while waterskiing across a lake reflecting like glass, baking a blueberry pie after picking berries with your siblings, or swimming underwater as far as you can after lathering with strawberry shampoo..
As a kid, a daily ritual on summer evenings was taking a cruise in our vintage wooden boat after dinner. My grandparents bought our new 1955 Chris Craft Sportsman from the local marina. We added a companion 1957 Chris Craft Capri in the mid 70's. My father's passion for collecting wooden boats and cars ignited as a child growing up across the street from the Ford factory where the woody wagons and convertibles were assembled. And while the rest is history, as they say; for us, it would become our legacy.