We had more wind, 20 to 30 knots, last night preceding the front than today.  Blowing from the north, it created one foot waves and more of a chop than the much stronger winds last week.  THE HAWKE OF TUONELA hobby-horsed more than she has since I’ve been back.

        I’ve stayed aboard and finished the first draft of the short story I’ve been working on.

        Last night I tried to upload changes I’ve made to this site.   Perhaps because of the weather or a boat that has anchored directly in the line of sight between my mooring and the transmitter ashore, it took forever and wasn’t fully successful.   Yesterday’s entry in this journal is not formatted properly and the journal photographs I added to the photographs page failed.

        I will try again sometime.

        I started reading E.L. Doctorow’s THE MARCH, about Sherman’s Civil War campaign.  I liked his RAGTIME, but so far--and I’m only about 50 pages in--this is not compelling.

        Last night I watched SULLIVAN’S TRAVELS, made like me in 1941, with Joel McCrae and a young and startlingly beautiful Veronica Lake.  It is about a famous film director who decides to pose as a hobo to experience hard times, and finally does.  With, of course, a happy ending.  Still it was a good movie.

        Old movies are interesting not just for themselves, but for what they peripherally show of the land and city-scapes and attitudes of their times.