Carol and I have become flying fools. Today is the fourth morning in a row that one or the other of us has gone early to an airport. She flying to Hilton Head Wednesday and back that same day. I flying to Oakland, California Thursday and back to Chicago on Friday. She to Hilton Head again today. To the question: do these trips to Hilton Head mean that something is happening with the evil condo? The answer is a definite ‘maybe’.
My travel was a business trip and you didn’t even know I have a business. I was invited to speak to Moore sailors and others at the Richmond Yacht Club and with my self-described job being to go to the edge of human experience and send back reports, this was a report.
I enjoyed my time in Richmond, which is on the east side of San Francisco Bay just north of Berkeley where I kept my first boat for several months in 1967 before I sailed her to San Diego.
I got to see other Moore 24s,, of which there are many at the yacht club. I was particularly impressed by the attention to detail and passionate reduction of weight in Mark English’s deck layout.
I also got to meet several people whom I had known through email, including Ron Moore and his wife, Martha Lewis, who drove up from Santa Cruz.
The natives were friendly and the audience for my presentation enthusiastic and responsive.
I thank the club and particularly Susan Hubbard and Simon Winer who drove me around and attended to my I trust not excessive needs.
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While traveling recently in New Zealand Jim, who knows my love for the Bay of Islands, took the above photograph which I am slightly suspicious has been Photoshopped. I thank him for the photograph and the thought.
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Under signs of the Apocalypse: The United States could be rugby world champions this weekend—no, really.
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The sun is shining now, but earlier this morning we had heavy rain and hail. Who would live in the Midwest?
