Here I am, suddenly 74 years old. My boat has been in storage for five years. The mast takes two to step it and I am out of steppers. I have been looking for boats with tabernacles or shorter masts. Well, how about some of you old sailors praying to St. Elmo for me. It is St. Elmo, isn't it. My mind is all spumed up. Those wonderful images of cutting through the water just won't get out of my mind.