My latest book ‘Windjamming to China’, is about sailing on the fringes of history. It’s about sailing in the first half of the twentieth century, a time when almost all of the wind driven vessels of the Golden Age of Sail had been thoughtless discarded to be replaced by the era of steam and steel. And too, in the larger sense it’s about the American sailor, a folk character (hero?) who speaks through the mists of 200 years shouting for recognition. The American sailor was born on the icy shores of Plymouth, he was rocked upon the waves of the atlantic, and he cut his teeth on New England codfish. He built his muscles at the halyards of New Bedford whalers and gained his sea legs atop the mizzen of Yankee Clippers.
Tell your children of him, he has spread the mantel of his nation over the oceans, he is the inheritor of a proud tradition.