The Boat

Everybody has been in some sort of group where they had to introduce themself, where they are from, and an interesting fact.  My answers are always the same…I’m Nick, I’m from Connecticut, and I live on a boat…sort of.  And, after several requests from my Admissions Office peers, I’m finally writing about it.

The story begins decades ago with my grandparents.  One day my grandfather on my fathers side surprised my grandma, dad, and aunt by revealing that he made the impromptu purchase of a small boat.  As many boaters know, once you get a boat the temptation to upgrade is always eminent.  Several larger boats followed, until they were spending many of their summers on it and going to places such as Montauk, Nantucket, and Block Island.

After a deep sea fishing trip in Florida

Then there is my mom’s side.  Her father, my other grandpa, worked for several years as a charter boat captain, taking people out deep sea fishing.  He had two boats, a sail boat and a powerboat, which they kept in Montauk and his family all stayed on over the summer.  One year, he was looking for a new mate to go fishing with, and my dad took the job.  The rest, as they say, is history.

Fast forward a few dozen years and you get my family.  We’ve been spending our summers on our boat ever since we got it when I was in elementary school, and it has grown to become one of the more unique things in my life.  After all, how many other people do you know that you can pretty much call at any time, ask “where you at?” and get the reply “I’m on a boat”? Very few.  We have pretty much everything you’d need, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, TV, WiFi, etc.  There really is nothing like waking up, stepping outside onto the deck and seeing the water.

Boating and fishing have long been things which define my life, and will continue to be for some time.  I sit here, working at a camp currently, wishing to be back on the water.  It has been something that I’ve been known for.  Often, over the summers, I’ll get a phone call from someone saying they’re 5 minutes down the road and asking if they can come hang out on the boat.  The answer is almost always yes, and it usually evolves and grows into a small group of people hanging out somewhere other than the usual basement or bedroom.

So there you have it, a little bit about my life, and really nothing to do with Hopkins in the slightest. But, now, JHU_Joe can stop asking when I’m going to write a boat blog.

Thanks for reading,

Nick

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