I am deeply saddened to learn of you father's death. Many were inspired by him to do the unthinkable...to build a boat they could not otherwise afford; to learn new skills; to work with a daughter, son, spouse, or friend; to take pride in, to celebrate, and to share with both friends and strangers alike the path from creation to christening. To carry in your memory the unique aromas of turpentine, tung oil, varnish, saw dust, stain, and paint, or to catch out of the corner of your eye the unmistakable glint of sunlight reflecting off the varnished surface of a wooden boat; to hold a sweating bottle of a cold,refreshing beverage while taking a break as a ballgame plays on a transistor radio (a WHAT?) or maybe an iPhone. And to have these long-ago memories spring to life when unexpectedly encountered and transport you back to a distant time and place populated with family and friends now far away or gone. Your father, and those like him (yourself included) accomplished this by creating boat plans and the means to carry them out. How marvelous...for him, for you, for us. May his memory be for a blessing, and this Father's Day be for a celebration, commemoration, and affirmation of his life and his gifts to us all.