When I sit on the dock and look out over the ripples of my life, I think about the times I’ve spent, right here, in Annapolis. In a flashback, of ten years old or so, I sailed the Chesapeake in twenty knot winds. The sailing association was just getting on their feet. The fish market smelled as the skipjacks came in from a day at sea. Folks would prowl, checking the poles for blue claws. Those days have turned into tourism and a vacation spot; popular to most, on the east coast.
Remnants of the legacy still exist. Much of the 1600’s still stands quietly, mingled in the reggae music and contemporary architecture. A somber solitude emerges, as the evening breezes catch a cluster of little sailors, meandering out to race on the open waters. I watch as the world repeats itself and new generations come to catch a glimpse of what life used to be. I chuckle to myself, as they have no idea what life was like in the fifties and sixties.
Those days are long gone… patrons pass the time sitting in the shade watching for captains to come home from sea. It’s a busy little place, as tourists proudly display their trinkets they’ve discovered here. Drinks seem to comfort the weary feet after a hard day of meandering on Main St. – it’s happy hour! The moon peaks over the Bay Bridge, and, I sit and try to paint this spectacular event as the sun sets behind me. God – what a beautiful day! What wonderful company!