My Helm is alee. On my way thru Stamford, Connecticut I said ‘hello’ to my old sailing buddy, Jack, and then headed south, towards Charleston, thru the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Much like the Chesapeake Bay itself, the little towns along the shore seem endless. Saint Michael’s, Maryland, is a decent place with the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum, shops, and some nice harbor side restaurants. Crisfield, is a backwater; I ate a decent crab cake sandwich at The Crab Place there, but missed ‘Ms. Hattie’ pickin’ crab.