Dashing out on my kayak between errands today paid off: that there’s the Liberty Clipper, getting ready to berth in Baltimore before Thursday’s start of the Great Chesapeake Bay Schooner Race. Back in 1997, when I covered the race with late photographer Sam Holden, we sailed on this schooner as guests of owner, Greg Muzzy. It was a dramatic excursion, with actual blood on the decks. Here’s Sam’s photo of me – he’s reflected in my sunglasses – looking as if I’d just seen the Buddha:
The weather is so prime today that presumably most of the arriving schooners are still sailing, but a few are around. Too bad they don’t berth in Fells Point anymore.
Lynx, out of Portsmouth, NH, has some lovely detail:
The girls and I invented a game this past summer, Hot Ball, and now we’re starting to make the first 10 sets. It’s a long, fun process. In the game, anything can happen – that’s its motto – but that’s not at all so while making the sets.
Eugene B. Eaton’s Lobster Pool at Blastow’s Cove, Little Deer Isle, Maine, recommended the “tomalley.”
I just now pulled a jacket out of my closet to wear to my friend Betsy Toland‘s memorial service, and tucked in the inside pocket was this: the order of worship for my friend “Big Charlie” Lord (1935-2016), whose service was held days before Trump won the election.
On the cover of the program are Charlie’s words, set down a decade earlier: “My faith affirms my prayer that one day we will find a path to reconciliation in this country, a day when every individual, regardless of economic class, race, gender or sexual orientation will be cherished and supported by every other individual.”
I think Betsy would wholeheartedly agree, and it reminds me how wise it is to hear and listen to our elders. Betsy has been a strong and valued guide to many, and, like Charlie, will be remembered long and well.
The 10-year-old’s falling-heart emoji ain’t too shabby, either.
Until tomorrow’s visit to the Doc: 600 MG Ibuprofen, plenty of water, some eucalyptus-y CBD stick, and home-steeped lavender oil. Symptoms, 2+ weeks after a mystery bug bite: fever, nausea, headache, chills, slight joint pain, mild vertigo, generalized lethargy. Feeling tolerably unwell, but second-guessing the choice of 12 Monkeys for bed-based entertainment while dinner cooks downstairs: bean soup, home-baked bread, and salad.