Get out your pencil.

The wind was out of the NNE and you were sailing east on port. I was pinching north on starboard. You recklessly continued on in front of me, I rounded up into irons to avoid that lumbering giant barge you call a boat. The current pushed my drifting, defenseless little beauty into the marker. You tried to bully me because I am old and was in your way. Me and my AARP buddies will remember that day.

I think Glen has a security camera at Sail Honeymoon...we'll watch the tape.

And as for your crew, when you have a cool boat you should be sailing with something good to look at, not a beach rummy. Ray, now he has the right idea.

And just so you all know, this is all in fun. Andrew and I are blessed with great "winter" weather and get to tell silly sailing stories, not complain about politics or argue over next season's race course shape.