Lost and gone forever

I’m an obsessive reader, which means when I’m walking through a marina, I walk up and down the docks and read the name of every single boat. Sometime I hate the names: they seem corny or sexist or just plain stupid. But I was charmed by many of the names painted onto the fishing vessels in this small coastal town. I had the song Oh my darling Clementine stuck in my head for the rest of the morning.