Walking down the paths of Mystic Seaport Museum, it’s easy to imagine another time. A time when young men (mostly) often dreamed of going to sea to reinvent themselves. It didn’t always turn out the way they hoped. As I walked towards the Conrad all I could see was her tops. She looked like a ship, hull down in a sea of shingles.
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