“The person we have in mind used to own a Laser.” Tucker says. “She had a really stressful job. She’d get out of work late, after dark. In order to blow off steam, she went for a sail. Used to stuff light sticks into the batten pockets and take the boat out to Latimer Lighthouse by Fishers Island.”
“Can you image what that looked like!” asks Sandy.
Well, yes, I can ... but I’m skeptical. With a fifteen-foot fiberglass hull, the Laser is a single-handed racing boat and a day-sailor. Tucker knows the qualities of the boat well being a top international competitor in the class. The boat has neither bow nor stern lights; nor running lights port and starboard. Three glow-lights in sail pockets are inventive but definitely not Coast Guard approved. I sometimes think sailors have a many tall tales as fishermen.
Later in the morning someone drops by to inquire about renting my home for the winter. Another offers a heads up on an interesting house which might soon come up for sale.
I may be the “Flower Lady” who sells bouquets at a Farmers Market, but I am also a part of a rich network of people who use this time and this place to exchange information and help each other solve mutual problems. Here, conversations are just as important as sales.
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