wanted it badly. For months, I’d been waiting tables at a high-end seafood restaurant on the Connecticut waterfront, dealing with hard-to-please octogenarians who’d send back perfectly delectable lobster: I wanted a magazine job. The idea of working for a boating publication made me drool. I grew up around boats. I fished long summer days by foot and boat. My favorite possessions were a bucket, a clam rake and a small seine net I’d drag around with my friends at the beach to catch silversides. The inflatable dinghy for my dad’s 40-foot sportfish took me on adventures around the harbor
