Carl presents his boat, his boat… a monstrosity of a bi-hull catamaran with stowed but unmistakable red and white sails. Nearly-invisible plexiglass rims every inch of the railing, I notice, and when Carl sets Teddy down and Teddy scurries off to peer down at the water, I don't worry as much as I might have otherwise.
"I had them installed once Teddy started crawling. He went from tortoise to hare in a matter of hours," he explains, steering us out of the bay and onto open water, with Teddy in his lap at the helm. I would like to remember things like that.
Teddy "helps" to steer and Carl points out landmarks and other points of interest to him. They press buttons to deploy and adjust the enormous, towering sails, and we’re off and flying; both of my men loving every minute. Oh, boys and
