Scene 1 -- It's 1978, location Eugene, Oregon at a small shop that my Dad and I shared. Its a fine Saturday with no clouds in the sky but a pall of smoke in the air (a by-product of the grass seed industry in the Willamette Valley of Oregon and the burning of the grass-seed fields just after harvest) and with a bit of a bite to the air with all the smoke. Dad and I are working on the cutout pieces of my first boat, one of my Egret designs, and we still have a few kinks to work out in the system that I had cooked up in my head over the past winter while working on a Commercial Construction job in Sacramento California. Quite of few of you might not know that the first design that I did in my boatbuilding/designing career was the Egret. And what started out fairly simple (read somewhat crude), but efficient, has now grown up and matured. My Dad penned the name of the first boat and what became hull number one of the Egret class, the first boat that I built to my own design and to the hull shape of the Egret Zero. His rational was that you didnt start the name and numbering of the first boat of what would become a long career number One but started at Zero and worked your way up. Now why I never questioned Dads sense of humor and his foresight into my 30 plus year career in designing and building wooden boats was accurate that Zero boat always slightly haunted me. Dad only kept her for a couple of years before he sold her to another of my customers who promptly did massive modifications to her with a pilothouse, small outboard motor in a well and other changes that made her almost un-recognizable.