I don’t craft a lot of these. They are time consuming, and consequently, take me away from other interests I have. At my age, that’s an important consideration since each day is numbered, and those numbers are getting smaller – by the day. That’s life. The chrono clock just keeps ticking away. But the river memories are there, and as I sip my morning coffee or an afternoon IPA in the presence of this boat, I am heartened by the recollections it brings, the interesting shop projects yet to come, and the multitude of friends I have. Just thinkin’ this morning . . . pleasant thinkin'.