It was on a small lake in New Hampshire that I developed a lifelong infatuation with boats and the water. Until I was nine we spent summers by Lake Winnapauket in Webster, NH, where my folks had a cottage and a rowboat. When I wasn’t rowing my Dad around trolling for bass, I would race our boat against my friend Sammy Clough in his parents’ boat. He was stronger and usually beat me into the lily pads. This ended in 1929 and soon after our lives separated and I never saw Sammy again. Later he was killed during the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941.