And that's exactly what I did. I returned to Boston in October of 1971 via a wonderful overland backpacking tour of Turkey, Greece, and much of Europe. I slept for three whole days on my brother's floor in Marblehead. I ate rare hamburger and bought things without bargaining and had solid stools. Then I got out the Boston yellow pages and looked up Naval Architects. There were four. Two that did only yachts…Dick Carter in Nahant and John Alden downtown. Two others who specialized in fish-boats and military craft. Nahant was closest to Marblehead and Dick Carter was famous. I knew I'd never get a job with him, given who he was, but I had to start somewhere, and I had months, years if necessary, because I simply wasn't going to give up on my dream, ever.