I was feeling rather defensive about my seams again until I saw this photo on the web that was taken in 1941. So the boat was relatively new when photographed, not a 41 for sure, but newer for the day. As I looked closer at the shot I saw my familiar friends “The Seams”. My swell friends that go boating with me all the time. What hit me was that the shrinking and swelling are as much a part of my boat as the gas smell, load noise and water in the bilge. Its all part of it. And that eliminating anyone of those things takes away the joy and pain combo that makes classic boating so much fun. Kinda like salt and sugar. You need both to appreciate each of them. So I am no longer defensive about my seams as I have been in the past. They are now just another member of my boating family.