Well Anne,
You'll be the only kid on your block with one of those, one of those um, whatever that is one of those of. Yes, nice cap.
Regarding a steam canoe. Very cool for a young fellow to fool with, who I am not. Much as I love canoes I am not as agile as I once was. A pontoon cabin boat is more my speed... something I can walk around on. Which is not to say that my canoeing days are over. My surviving siblings and I are planning a couple of day long canoe trip down the beautiful Kawishiwi River in northeastern MN this coming July. My sister just turned 80 and is in wonderful fettle as a former marathon runner. My big brother is 74 and a former champion swimmer, both wonderful athletes years ago. And then there's the circus bear, notable for never having grown up, who just turned 70, a mere lad among elders. My sister's boyfriend, a young fellow of 78 will round out the canoe party. We're seeing it as a way of celebrating our good, long lives and slowing down the sands in the hourglass. It will probably be the last hoorah for a canoe trip together however. In another ten or twenty years we might be too old for such shenanigans. Kawishiwi is an Ojibwa word meaning "many beaver houses". It is a beautiful river and was our playground as children "in the Great Spirit's garden", ogitiigan. How fortunate we were. The trip is of spiritual significance... of going back home again to give thanks for all and everything that was and is. It will be good doing a pipe ceremony under the canopy of stars, by the rushing dark river, together giving thanks and completing a circle in the dance of life. In my mind I can hear a journey drum beating in the forest as I write.
When I see a canoe it triggers many good thoughts, memories and feelings. I always wanted to build a birch bark canoe and never did. A birch bark sidecar or sociable remains a possibility, however... ha!
SB