I have a confession to make - against all logic and commonsense - I enjoy meeting other writers, especially marine ones.
ShareWe are now officially in the Mediterranean Sea. We know this because it is crowded, expensive, and the people are as cold as the water.
ShareIt has been a difficult month for long term VI sailors—we’ve lost some of our best.
ShareMore and more international ports are demanding cruising yachts use a "mandatory" agent to clear through customs and immigration. The reason for this bureaucratic shift is simple: it facilitates graft and streamlines corruption.
ShareI'm an international weather wimp. The funny thing is that many sailors think I know something about heavy weather because I've ocean-sailed for the last five decades and circumnavigated a time or two. I don't.
ShareThe nitty gritty is that it is, indeed, gritty. As in "grit your teeth" gritty. Deserts, I know now from horrifying personal experience, are made up of small bits of sand, both fine and coarse.
ShareI just pulled into Israel, checked my email and learned my buddy Rudy Thompson had died.
ShareMy wife says I'm anti-social. That's baloney. I just hate people. I mean, people as in plural. I don't mind individual jerks - only groups of jerks. I don't like mobs either, and I consider two people a mob.
ShareThe biggest advance in marine electronics in recent history is the Automatic Identification System - commonly referred to as AIS.
ShareWhile the exact numbers are difficult to come by—often the victims are ashamed to publicly acknowledge their hard circumstance—many people live ashore.
ShareI often have to scold my wife Carolyn for being too distrustful. "Gee, honey, isn't it swell the local shipyard is having a super-duper special on hauling this month?"
ShareLast night I dreamt a Sci-Fi movie in which brave teen-ager Earthlings hijacked the mammoth invasion transports sent by a demented, power-mad civilization far, far away
ShareExactly 20 years ago, at the height of Hurricane Hugo, I lost my previous boat Carlotta. A 68 foot schooner named Fly Away lived up to her name and started doing just that in 150+ knots of wind.
ShareThe sad truth—I’ve been traumatized by my spinnaker poles. Part of the problem is, of course, that I’m too cheap.
ShareFreedom is my lifelong drug-of-choice. That's why I'm a sailor, and that's why I'm a writer. I want to be the freest man in the world.
ShareThe key to writing a Caribbean marine column for 30 years is—don’t panic! The story will come. I believe in fate. My job is not to seek but to recognize. And to relax while doing so.
ShareFatty Goodlander is a confirmed sail-boater, an avid stick-boater and an ardent blow-boater who, naturally, spends most of his life upside down in the bilge-working on his diesel engine.
ShareI should never leave my vessel. Every time I do, things go wrong in a major way
ShareFatty visits a Retreat
ShareI believe a loving God gave sailors wind—and Satan gave them 12 volts D.C. to balance things out
ShareNext to me is another human being. She breathes in and she breathes out. I watch. And watch some more
ShareYou might have noticed that different sailboats have different rigs. We’ve been arguing about which rig configuration is best.
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