OBSNESSED. it’s the word that best describes my boat habit. I’d just finished a full day of reading, writing and editing all sorts of stories about boats. Most people I know don’t necessarily like thinking about their work after hours, nevertheless engaging full-throttle in the subject matter, but there I was, having an after-dinner coffee, sitting with my laptop and scrolling through boats for sale. I fell in love about 10 times in the hour-plus I sat there. ¶ One of my dogs, Rhodie, sat next to me, his head on my lap, staring longingly at the screen and then back at me. I swear he was trying to say: “Dude, you did this stuff all day. How about some fetch, man?” ¶ It’s a problem. I’m not currently in…
