I realized today that I have forgotten how to make a paper boat.
In a place like Portland, there is simply no excuse for such an oversight. I remember the sublime satisfaction I felt as a kid when I would make one; it had such heft and utility compared to a paper plane. Paper planes were cool and all, but the flight performance was always questionable. Not so with the boat; it would always float, and always follow the current. Where the plane was, well, flighty, the boat was reliable.
Here. Let me remedy this for all of us.
And another style, one of my favorites, though I cannot attest to its seaworthiness:
Now go. Go make a paper boat. And then, float it down the street towards the drain, and dream of ocean voyages. And pirates.