Local Knowledge
Mar 01, 2022
2 minutes
By Bill Prince
I was 16 and the sole passenger in a 13-foot Whaler speeding across a black waterway at 30 knots under a moonless sky in the wee hours of July 5, 1990.
The skipper was my best buddy, a high school friend who today is the captain of a large yacht. The Whaler’s two-stroke Evinrude wailed as the red and green running lights on the bow
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