October 2016 . . . .
Wind Part 1
Quite some number of summers ago, I was a sailor. OK, thats not completely true. I was actually the completely subservient, no decision making at all, weak-side-kick to a sailor the crew. It was sloggingly hard work, mostly involving waking up on Saturday mornings at a remarkably Godawful hour to ride in my friends family station wagon to the yacht club to pick up the trailer with our boat on it, tow it to the yacht club where we were going to be sailing that day, then putting the boat in the water and following courses for a couple of hours in the summer heat until we could go home again.