Memory

We drove down by the waterfront past the small boat harbor where my grandparents kept their sailboat when I was a child. Where once there were empty fields there are now wind turbines generating clean electricity. I think back to those trips on the L'Chaim, the name of my Grandpa's S2 sailboat-- his home away from home. He took such excquisite care of this boat. He cleaned it with a toothbrush. The steering wheel was shiny silver and smooth, and sometimes if he was busy with something-- he would let me steer the boat--a task I accepted with fear and trembling excitement.