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It’s very likely that somewhere in Ernest Hemingway’s dozen suitcases were catalogs and circulars and fold-over mailings from Wheeler Shipyard, Inc., whose listed address was “Foot of Cropsey Avenue, Brooklyn, N.Y.”

Sometimes in life you have to make the leap, like boatbuilder Jim Moores, who followed his dream from the backwoods of Maine to Riviera Beach, Florida, where he now resotres classic yachts from America’s bygone era of yachting.

I can remember back to the 1930s, when a company named Wheeler offered 15 wooden sportfishermen from 22 to 47 feet, fast commuters and express cruisers.

To a true yacht enthusiast, few things are more beautiful than a vessel with sweeping lines, perfect proportions and a balance of style and function.

When yacht designer Tom Fexas reminisced about the halcyon days of Wheeler Yacht Co. for Sea magazine in the March 2004 article “Where Were You in ’52?” he provided pharmaceuticals executive Wesley Wheeler with the impetus to revive the business his family had shuttered four decades earlier.

A couple months after the article was published, I received a call from a Wes Wheeler from California.

It’s inadequate to call boating a hobby. For many, it’s a passion, a dream, or even a way of life; something they were just born into.