Dear Uncle Steve and my fellow crew members,
I cant believe that
its been twenty years since we all got on board Maria, started down
the East River, under the Verrazano Bridge, and directly onto the
Margolis Line to Bermuda.
If memory serves, that
means it has also been twenty years since: (in somewhat random order)
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Lying
comfortably in my bunk in the Nav Station one morning, I was
awakened to the sound of a fishing reel, lots of shouting, and, a
few minutes later, a very loud gunshot. |
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Some combination
of Frank, Charlie and I stood in the cockpit singing: (to the tune
of Maria, from West Side Story) |
Maria
We
just sailed a boat named Maria
From
New York to the isle
Of
Bermuda all the while
We
sang!
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Charlie got off
the ham radio one night and, after telling us the rest of the news
from our families, mentioned that Somebody from the Yankees
threw a no-hitter, but I dont remember who, leaving both the
Mets and Yankees camps on board guessing for the next 3-5 days. |
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We learned that
the number of stars visible from the middle of the ocean is
exponentially greater than anything wed seen before. |
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Captain Cutmore,
while heading up to the cockpit one morning, stopped at the Nav
Station to look at charts, across from where I was
semi-asleep. Next thing I knew, the boat rocked a bit, he
came barreling back towards my bunk, grumbling "$%^&@#
Sailboat" and tried again. After about three such
attempts, he continued to the cockpit and I eventually drifted off
to sleep. |
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We got to tie
ourselves to the boat and crawl to the foredeck in high seas to
switch the good old-fashioned kind of jib that actually required
using the halyard on a regular basis, rather than as an annual
commissioning-the-boat event. |
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Frank came out
of his semi-comatose state one day in the cockpit, saying simply
"Whale" and pointing. |
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Charlie and I
decided that for the trip back, we would abandon the Loran in
favor of a purely celestial trip, figuring that the mainland would
be pretty hard to miss, only to be greeted by a solid week of
cloudy skies. |
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Preparing to
anchor off of the Statue of Liberty (as we were lacking a
functioning engine) when the current and wind both turned in our
favor, allowing us to wing-and-wing it up the East River and then
under the Whitestone Bridge at dawn. |
The most amazing
thing, though, is that these snippets only represent a small fraction of
the memories that we shall all have with us forever.
And one of these days, when I assemble a crew of Christopher,
Nicholas, Evan, Alexandra, Philip and Kay to repeat this trip, they will
all know what to expect because of our memories.
(But I still wont take no for an answer from them.)
Thanks and Happy Birthday!
Love,
Jim
P.S.
Just give the word when youre ready for the trans-Atlantic
trip |