Sailing Vacations
A Maine Windjammer

Good Morning Everyone. 18 degrees this morning and overcast but, all in all, still a good day for a swim in the sea of life. Today is the birthday of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the great 19th century poet, born in Portland, Maine on this day in 1807. He was a prolific writer with The Song of Hiawatha, The Ride of Paul Revere, My Lost Youth, The Village Blacksmith, and many more poems to his credit. I remember having to perform Evangeline in high school and this phrase sticks with me: Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners; There the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance. Evangeline. Part i. 1. We still don’t lock our doors. A few other passages for your day: Where’er a noble deed is wrought, Where’er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise. Santa Filomena. My soul is full of longing For the secret of the Sea, And t...