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The center of every man's existence is a dream.


Upon watching this catamaran sail out to sea, Henry commented that one day he'd own one. Only his would be eight times as large and have its own pool and roller disco!

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yamini said…
the scene is very romantic!!!!!

did Henry say whom he would be taking with him when he goes on that catamaran?
Uma por Dia said…
So beautiful!
He has big dreams :) Wish they come true!
kiss
KL said…
Could you please request Henry to give me a ride also in his boat?
Frank said…
I like to think of Henry as being far too young and innocent for such materialistic thoughts.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he didn't name names, but he indicated that she might be Indian...
Kris McCracken said…
Uma por Dia, I hope so too. I might get a run too!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I will put it to him.
Kris McCracken said…
Frank, unless it involves chips, I might agree with you...
Carola said…
Kris, show Henry some little boats and tell him you can go far away with them. All is possible. And you don't need much to be happy at sea.
Where does Henry want to go?
Have you been out on the sea with him?
yamini said…
Did he really???? :-)))

So when is he coming to India, then?
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, there are seamen through the McCracken line, so he has it in his blood. We haven't really been out yet, but plan to SOON.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, as soon as we save up the air fare...

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