My father owns a small, 15 foot sailboat, an International 470, that I named “Blue Eyes.” I’m the only one that calls the boat that, my family calls it blue boat, and now I never understood why I had my own name for it. But, it’s not about the name. It’s about the structure—the thing that carried us out onto the water.
It is a small boat made of fiber glass that my dad bought several years a...
