If I wanted to explain a fault to an angry captain or gloat at the competition when I won a race, I would tell people I didn't start sailing until I was thirty. Then my Dad gave me this picture he took at Cedar Point when I was four years old. The photo foreshadows the maturity of my time as a sailor. The water is only inches deep and of course I am hard aground--a condition to which I have attained ever since but, hey, that sail is a spinakker. The vessel is a world war II aircraft liferaft with a red triangular sail with two clews and sheets. If anyone doubts it's a serious boat, after he took the picture, Dad sailed away in it and when Mom got us home we found he had sneaked out and bought our first mechanical refrigerator.
I used the photo for my first business card when I got my six-pack. Hence the print content. The email address is still good.
On another day on Lake Erie, Mom,my sister and I went out on an R class boat. As soon as the thing heeled over, I dove below and refused to come out. We left the lake shortly thereafter to live on the banks of the Ohio River and I wouldn't sail again for years.....