my father was a broken man. Do you know a broken man? He liked sailing because he got off on rules and sailing offered many. Do you know? “hard a-lee!” he made me say, and he thought I would see the light of the beauty of control. Do you know a broken man? I saw instead the darkness of his inability to cope with the chaos of life on land. Do you know a broken man? “Prepare to come about!” Said the staggering drunk.