She was a contendah during the 12-meter era of the America's Cup, 1958-87. I think she was late Fifties. Fallen on hard times, but she's got the bones. Saw her in a back lot down at Brooklin Boatyard on a cool grey morning in April. Still hunks of snow here and there. Crocus week. Best time of year.
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