Peter R. Anderson Bozrah
The barque "Eagle" was once as pure and white as the driven snow. One autumn, she migrated to the mean docks of Baltimore. She came back to us in the spring, a fallen, painted lady. Blue mascara and rouge was plastered across her prow. Some bling, anchor medallions, dangled from new piercings port and starboard. Bold black tattoos were inked across her sides boasting "U.S. Coast Guard." She looked like a French tramp steamer, she did! Our stately swan now an ugly American! Oh, people barked and barked at the time, but eventually we all just said, "Frigate!"