This past weekend was truly a fantasy weekend for me. On Saturday morning I went to the St. Michael’s Antique & Classic Boat show, then ran home back to Washington DC to go to a Gordon Lightfoot concert. Yes, he is still alive, and no, the Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald is not his only song. What struck me though about both events, is that despite my begging, none of my pals wanted to go. Nobody.. I even had two extra prime tickets to Gordon Lightfoot. What is it? Both events were well attended, but compared to other events extremely small. As I was sitting in my comute with thousands of cars all going in the same direction this morning, it got me thinking about why this web site? Am I alone? This web site although well read, still has a very small readership compared to others. Roughly 4,000 a month… I figure the classic boat community is about 10,000 strong. Considering the size of the community, readership is strong. One of my workers writes for a sports blog, his readership is as big in a day as we are all year, But is that all that bad? NO! I like it this way. It is worth the trouble. It’s worth every second. The world is quickly moving from mass communication to niche communication, that’s the trend, it’s happening faster than a newspaper can report it. As to the small classic boat and Gordon Lightfoot communities I live in, it’s nice to see familiar faces at the boat shows across the country. Share fear and concerns of our pals in harms way in Iowa, and the joys of a freshly restored boat in Florida, or the “I wish I had found that boat in a barn” from a fellow woody boater in Minnesota. So in a strange way, even though my interests are not shared by millions of Britney Spears fans, I feel full of friendship and not alone at a Gordon Lightfoot concert, even though the seat next to me was empty. OK my wife gave me a pity date and was at my other side. She is a saint… No way on the boat show by the way. The concert was like a classic boat show in song. Something that we all loved in our youth and hoping to keep it alive. We look past the dings, dutchman and wrinkles, and feel great just being there, with 10,000 of my closest friends….