Sailing was second nature to her. She grew up along the banks of the mighty Mississippi and the shoreline of Lake Pontchartrain. Saline tinged water was her home before she was born. The breezes that blew across the brackish waters of her favorite lake ruffled her hair and filled her heart as well as the sail on her favorite boat.
She had built the boat alongside her Dad. Each evening he and one or several of his children would head out to the carport to follow the plans that accompanied the kit to create the sailboat. A modest and unpretentious vessel, it would serve the family that built it for many years. The Sunfish was christened with the initials of all the children in the family. The LPSSAB was a boat that carried her through the turbulent teens. Her own retreat from the rocky shores of the turbulent sixties.
Now she was an adult, with all of her twenty years maturity. She invited her fiance and his brother and brother's wife to share in the wonders and thrills enjoyed on each rise and fall of the rippled waters. Feeling proud of her legacy and her expertise she was too cocky for her own good. Let's face it, she was showing off. She was steering her favorite schooner around the harbor waving to all her fellow captains. They might be guiding yachts or paddling pirogues; she waved to them all.
She decided to take the turn down the canal that housed the really large yachts. Showing off usually leads to a sorry end and this was the waterway that would lead to her demise! Waving broadly to all around, she was quickly rewarded with broad waves and people shouting out what she first thought to be friendly hellos. Suddenly a boat came alongside and its captain shouted, "Get out of this part of the harbor! It's for large motorboats only....you don't belong in this section!"
She looked at her fellow shipmates and with a humbled smile, she knew, she was not cool, she was busted.