I thought I’d never say this, but I miss being a boat owner. For 20 years I had sailed my faithful Catalina 34 everywhere and all around — on the Florida coast, throughout Chesapeake Bay and across the Gulf Stream into the turquoise archipelago of the Bahamas. But with 3,500 hours on the engine she was showing her age, and on a cruise up the East Coast I was averaging a major repair every 100 miles. In a fit of frustration I made the hasty decision to hang a sign on her and let someone else continue with the projects. …