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A Grand Old Boat

I don’t think I’d ever seen anything quite like it before. There was a light rain falling at the time–as there often is in the Pacific Northwest–and I was walking down the long dock at Skyline Marina in Anacortes, Washington. And the vision ahead seemed like pure romance, or maybe pure cinematic romance is more like it. I swear. Had Humphrey Bogart himself swung open the watertight door of the buff-colored superstructure and stepped out into the chilly air to study the sky and pull up the collar of his pea coat, I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised.

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A Grand Old Boat

I don’t think I’d ever seen anything quite like it before. There was a light rain falling at the time–as there often is in the Pacific Northwest–and I was walking down the long dock at Skyline Marina in Anacortes, Washington. And the vision ahead seemed like pure romance, or maybe pure cinematic romance is more like it. I swear. Had Humphrey Bogart himself swung open the watertight door of the buff-colored superstructure and stepped out into the chilly air to study the sky and pull up the collar of his pea coat, I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised.

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