We get a lot of waves from the people at Town Point Park. A glass of wine in one hand - it is a wine festival after all - and a wave with the other hand as Spartina sails about 30 yards off the seawall. I can hear music from the man on the stage near the Schooner Virginia. Brightly colored spring clothes, women wearing broad-brimmed hats as if it is derby day. It must be this year's fashion. Everyone is smiling and having fun. People take photographs of us, and they gather in groups to take photographs of themselves. Three young women sit on the edge of the water. One points to Spartina, they all wave. I wave back. The girl in the middle puts her hand to her lips and throws a kiss across the water. And I don't know what to do.
I smile at her, look away and push the tiller over.