@dsio,
We were tin can racing, one class (wood) in protected Mt. Hope Bay, RI. Wednesday nights. For fun (I’d never single handed) my friend Joe and I would sail whenever we spotted one or the other out sailing evenings, Sat Sun etc. We were learning. We’d approach each other nose to nose, and chuck beers over to one another. It seems that I had the six pack, most of the time (?).
One day we were side by side, Joe gets closer and closer, until our toe rails are touching. Joe said, let’s switch boats, which we did, then continued “racing”. What fun! The best memories were sailing aboard my boat, High Hope.
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