Hi Phil, you have a PM ;-)

Have you boys thought about maybe sending the girls to a spa weekend or something while y'all go race, or alternate weekend?

Here in Miz'sippi we have the casinos, so the beach widows tend to go gambling, or since NOLA is close they can go shop or hang out in the Quarter. One year for Round the Island a gang of us girls followed the guys around Santa Rosa I. by land, barhopping along the way. That was fun, even though I was missing racing myself. We brought food to a prearranged stop for one of our race teams, it was quite the fire drill, with much flinging of Taco Bell bags off a dock.

I do kinda find it hard to relate to spending time crying just cause the other half is at a race. Like I've said above, my perception is a bit colored from my childhood experiences. I'm not bullsh!tting y'all about that. I'm absolutely sure that my Mama would have just been on her knees thankful if my sire (can't call him father) was into some sort of sport. Please feel free to use my example if you like. something like, "Look, I could be a career drunk womanizer, but nooooo, I go sailing."

Now on the other hand, y'all might want to have a hard look in the mirror, too. I mean, does the other half get to go and do? Are the family duties biased? Maybe take a page from JW, what's that quote from O Brother? 'look to JW for your paradigm of hope."