It was the late 1950s.  We were in the tiny fishing village of Carrabelle, Florida, rafted alongside some fishing boats. Our iron-fastened 40-year-old schooner Elizabeth blended right in with her rusty, rough-hewn topsides. My mom was counting our pennies to see if we could afford our weekly Friday night extravaganza—five cents for a Royal Crown … Continue reading A Sea-Going Ghost of Christmas Past