This weekend we made the trek to our reedville home. We have in our home here a room that makes no sense. Things like this happen over 80 years of add ons. The home was built in 1925 and this poor room was at one point a key room in the house but now was just a wide part of the hall way. We never knew what to do with it. Until this weekend. The boatress said. Hey make it an office. We have no web here and the cell phone works in one corner of the family room. But this made sense. I decided to take it one step further. It would become the official woody boater hq.. So here it is.. That’s my grandfathers desk refinished in varnish. Admiral Paul Smith who taught me to navigate and operate a boat. I miss him greatly. The desk over looks the water so his spirit can look out over what he loved best. Toon in later today for a report in from Milwaukee !