My great grandpa bought this wooden boat in the 1933 and named it after my great aunt because she would never stop talking. Now, 78 years later, it rarely ever runs, smells like burnt death, and makes turns like an 18-wheeler. It’s completely impractical, but for some reason we keep her around. My parents, sister and I took her out for a cruise on Friday and had some quality family bonding time. I dunno why I love this old boat so much. Maybe it’s because of all the history that it reminds me of; maybe it’s the way it always puts me to sleep when I ride in it; but it’s probably the way it makes me feel like I’m way cooler than I actually am when I drive around in it.