
I picture Mr. Mary Kay at the wheel of this classic beauty, tanned, (he stays tanned), in an open-collar shirt, myself seated beside him, with an icy adult beverage, cool vintage Jacky O sunglasses, perhaps a flowing scarf fluttering in the breeze, as we cruise around the waterways off Savannah. Reality, of course, would be unlovely. I’d be sunburnt and swatting at the damned gnats, he’d be cranky if the fish weren’t biting, totally unwilling to cruise just for the sake of cruising. Oh well, a girl can dream…