Life was good. Back in my safety zone of sailing and boat building completely unaware of all the attention being applied to daily details in order to invite the necessary characters to script my release from a past that will be replayed and released.
Alden Yachts was a 'dream-come-true' of a job and it could not last. Whether or not it was self-destruct mode or simply 'promises-kept,' that chapter would be decisive. Yet while in it, the story takes over, and it is often only upon recall that one can see the hand of guidance.
I was still blind and burning through my past at a furious pace. I'm guessing that's what the early thirties are for -- or at least it was for me...