This is only my second issue to Yachting. Reading your letter Sunday morning over a slice of watermelon. Not to worry, people like you will always do just fine. Always land on your feet. You have done more with your life than most women can only dream of, and that includes most men. In 1961, I was a boy living in Australia, preteen. I just loved wood and wooden boats. My Dad made a deal with my brother and me. My dad bought a case of Pepsi. We found an ice chest and got a wheelbarrow. Every day at noon, we would push the wheelbarrow full of cold Pepsi down to a construction site and sell the cold drinks. My brother and I bought a six-foot rowboat. I'm 62 right now and still too young to fall off the perch. Still too much to do. If I was given the choice of any magazine to receive, no question about it, it would be Yachting. I read it over and over.