was launching a one-person plywood dinghy named that a friend and I had just built, when the original boat girl walked by on the city dock in St. Augustine, Florida. Clad in a tennis skirt and yacht brokerage T-shirt, with bleach-blonde hair and her equally blonde little daughter in tow, she stopped to join us for a cheers and spot of whiskey to christen the tiny dinghy, then disappeared on a skiff into
