My seafaring dad loved to quote John Masefield’s poem, “Sea Fever.” Like all sailors, he felt the romance that whistled with the wind in the rigging. “I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky / And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by / And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking / And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.”
We crossed the brow of the U.S. Coast Guard barque Eagle at Baltimore’s Inner Harbor last month. My wife, a retired Navy captain, and her cousin, a retired nuclear submarine officer, accompanied me as we toured this 1936 vessel.
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