Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Start Near the Severed End
So apparently, in Philadelphia, a cheesesteak is served on half a
roll, which appears to me as half a sandwich. Maybe that's just
the Jersey in me. You should always take your first bite from the
cut end of the half sandwich; it's only right. During every bite
you take, make sure you squeeze the innards gradually toward
the round end of the roll, ensuring that the last bite is more than
just grease-laden bread. A good last bite will bring you back.
And if this groundhog sandwich woke up and saw two shadows
from smokestacks, it must have been a Tony Luke's sandwich.
Two smokestacks
The SS United States. Much more impressive than a Tony Luke's
woodchuck hero. Was that lunch another brick in the wall?
I fear that may be the case....
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Disabled Race Start
I say disabled because the word 'handicapped' is like saying 'Oriental'
these days. This was the MRYC Labor Day Herring Island Handicap
start, just off the end of the Metedeconk River Yacht Club's main
dock. JW was very aggressive on this line, regardless of how much
extra weight Wassail was carrying. How many one design classes
can you spot in this photo? And which direction was the
photographer facing? And what kegged beverage kept the juniors
happy at the club during the cookout after that race?
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
'Twas A Family Affair
Labor Day was always one last chance to sail as
fast as you could around Herring Island and back
to the club and see how, if at all, your handicap
helped you against the faster boats. For years and
years, E-scows would win line honors and also
on corrected time until the dreaded Hobies came
to town. The game would change forever.
This was one of the few times that not only were
there more than two crew aboard, but I could also
sneak a hand drag over the gunwhale without being
made to walk the plank. The Bay races concluded
two days earlier, and it was a matter of weeks before
the fall series would begin. I may want to feel that
water one more time.
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