paper boats

it's a memory we all have harbours in the gutter It may have been my grandfather but the memory isn't clear I remember his hands carefully folding the newspaper but I don't recall the folds fold it one way then the other a hundred different combinations but I can't get it right I ask you but you forget aswell the memory is there but it's vague I should ask him but I can't the memory is vague maybe it belongs to someone else