Old dreams are dangerous

Old dreams are dangerous. You might think they are gone, but like some sort of 17 year locust they wait their chance to burrow up from your subconscious.

Opposite our nice downwind slip in Richmond there had been a Norsea, the Beowulf, for a couple of years. Which I liked because of the parallel processing connection, and because it was beautiful, and because it clearly could be sailed on SF bay when the overly tender Coronado 25 would be on her beam ends.

I hadn't known what it was, but I knew I liked it.

So, when I saw the Marlow Gambler, it was a done deal.