straight sailing

Two years later, Lena wrote, “I often say if everyone was one tenth as good as you life would be straight sailing.”

“There’s no straight sailing to the quarters or semis. It doesn’t exist.”

“There’s no straight sailing to the quarters or semis. It doesn’t exist.”

Then it was straight sailing down the Bay, past the mouths of the Rappahannock and York, and finally, into the James.

It was straight sailing then with Ellyson Creek to the right and Sharps Creek to the left.