Boatyard Dreamin’
A first job. Remember when you were a kid and couldn’t wait to start working? It was a first step from adolescence to adulthood. It meant money for gas, freedom and working for someone other than your grandma.
Like many other naïve 16-year-olds, I was chomping at the bit to get my first job. Growing up, I fancied myself a fair swimmer—(why, I’m not sure.) I
