On the boat

The weather in the North Atlantic turned bad so the boat changed course, skipping Halifax and Canada,  and chugged six days to the Azores, 900 miles off the coast of Portugal.

The security office confiscated my "Michael Corleone" 12 inch switchblade. I guess they were worried that I might go berserk....more and more we are a nanny society...

We're four time zones east of Sarasota. Last night I watched the nightly movie on deck in the cold rain from the hot tub....it was very lonely out there...

Formal night on the Princess Regal....