Editor's Letter

On a damp gray morning in September, I left a dry room in a B&B on Bellevue Avenue to walk down to Bannister’s Wharf, smack in the middle of the harbor front, ground zero for the town’s seafaring past.

It's time for a change of watch at Soundings, but it's definitely not goodbye. The ship sails on, with able crew.

I remember the first time I walked though the door at the Soundings offices in Essex, Connecticut.

On a damp, gray day in May, I trudged along a country road lined by towering hornbeams, across a short field and past the chicken coop.

If I’m really honest with myself, my love of boating is deeply entwined — no, totally inseparable — from my love of the sea.

Once upon a time, I was not obsessed with boats.