And so I am writing this on a laptop while seagulls fight over garbage up in the Dumpster at the top of the public docks. There is a soft rain coming down— I can hear it pattering on the skylight hatch over my head—and I have Mozart on the tape player while I wait. Not long. Just until the wind changes. And then I will go again—always, as Brian must always go. Gary Paulsen On the sloop Felicity San Diego Bay, February 1998
