I've loved boats all my life. When I was a child, I helped my granddaddy Pap build flat bottom skiffs under a black cherry tree in the corner of his yard. Well, helped him build might be a bit of bluster. I handed him a hammer and fetched nails when he ran low. Mostly I sat on a sawhorse and watched.
When I started to high school, I helped my dad built a small fishing cabin on the Black Warrior River. And soon after that, he bought a 14-foot V-bottom fishing boat. I was driving that boat long before I was old enough to drive a car, though I started driving early too.
I'm thinking a future column might be on the topic of boats. The idea came to mind today as I flipped through some old pictures trying to find something for tonight's blog.
I came across a photo I took a few years ago when we spent our anniversary in Fairhope, Alabama. Jilda and I walked down to the public pier which juts into Mobile Bay and I saw boats berthed on a wharf adjacent to the pier.
We'll see if the column develops. I hope you all have a great weekend.