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Page 5 than half of Algonac's tax base. But that's another story. That's what I miss most about Algonac -the loss of the docks. When I soloed in Dad's triple cockpit Chris-Crafit in May of 1940,1 became the auxiliary grocery shopper for our family. It was quite a responsibility and not as easy as it sounds. I had to bring the boat up against the dock, bucking a 5-6 mph current, jump up on the dock with both lines and tie them off before the current took control of the boat. Heaven help me -1 lost it once. I had jumped up on a rain soaked decking, slipped, took a hard fall and let go of both lines. The boat disappeared down the river. I would have jumped in after it, but it was early in the season and the water was very cold. I called Dad, he picked me up and a neighbor took us out on the river, looking for our boat. Downriver, just beyond the curve, there she was - stuck on a sand bar off Harsen's Island, unharmed. I was so chagrined. Dad was very reasonable, he said it could happen to anyone.