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<blockquote id="quote"><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica" id="quote">quote:<hr height="1" noshade id="quote"><i>Originally posted by Frank Hopper</i> <br />Can you post it here too? <hr height="1" noshade id="quote"></font id="quote"></blockquote id="quote">
I'd like to Frank but I think posting it anywhere during the time that the magazine is on the newsstands would be a violation of the rights to the story that the magazine purchaced. And since I've been trying to develop a little, part time, side career as a writer over the past few years, I don't want to do anyting that might damage my reputation with publishers.
I just mentioned the article here to get any positive or negative feedback from anyone who might read it so that I can improve future articles and guage the general interest in this type of story.
Well, I just finished reading it. All in all, I enjoyed it a lot and thought it was very well written.
Your story brought back memories of the month I spent working our of San Francisco on an old 112' wooden vessel (built in 34')
I remember the smell of the diesel stove in the galley mixed with the days' meal and strong coffee, the movement of the boat, constant low rumble of the engine, and especially the part about the bunk being a refuge for the weary. I have never slept as well as I did in that little 'snug harbor', tucked in behind it's simple felt curtain.
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Yeah, it's strange how certain sensations dominate your memory of some situations. I still flash back to the smell of tar, linseed oil and sweat whenever I see a picture of a tall ship. Thanks for the kind review.
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