Years ago now, I landed a "real" job chasing police cruisers and ambulances around on the overnight shift for a newspaper north of Boston, and so I had a modest, though steady, flow of cash coming my way. I'd recently moved from Newport, Rhode Island, where owning a boat seemed, well, complicated. And expensive. There were waiting lists for moorings, fees for this, yard billsfor that. And you had to pay for launch service just to get from here to there. It was no wonder, I thought, that people considered sailing to be a sport for only the well-heeled.