friend's "new" boat update

It is moved to a marina where he will be allowed to keep it, in the water, for $60 per day. Dry storage was 2 or 3 times more. I don't know the name of the marina. Any recommendations for somewhere else to store the boat for more modest fees? It is still in the LA, CA area. It motors and sails, so can relocate, even if it is some distance away. Maybe Barbara and I should take it to the next island gathering! Reggie

This is mostly by way of thanks to Alfred Poor and to Charlie Husar. If they hadn't suggested that I come to the Good Old Boat Regatta (GOBR) and related parties, I would have missed out BIG TIME on one of the best events I've enjoyed in many a year. This, despite the fact that on Friday and Saturday, a nor'easter was parked over Annapolis in honor of the Annapolis Sailboat Show. We don't get nor'easters on the West Coast - I love to use that term since it's just so darned nautical sounding, like in The Perfect Storm and all - and to put it mildly it was raining as they say in Texas, like a cow wee-wee'ing on a flat rock (term adjusted for the family content on the Cal list). There were a whole lot of people who were wading around the Sailboat Show pretending that this was nothing, of course - "Rain? Wind? What the hell, we're sailors, right?" And stupid, too, look at all the money we throw into these holes in the water and here we are looking for bigger holes that will hold more money, but that's for another day. Sailboat shows seem to make people behave especially weird. Now, for those who haven't met the illustrious Charlie, you should know that he is a bachelor (never married) who owns 115 feet of Cals. He has three 25s and a 40. The 25s are famous on the Chesapeake Bay and the forty is Charlie's way of making a statement that screams, "Hit me when I'm the race committee and I will personally rip your head from between your cheeks!!!" His hulls are black and have clever little symbols on each side near the stern that illustrate the boats' names graphically. Very cool. The night before getting to Charlie's I met up with him and Mike Kennedy for a few beers at the motel where I was staying in Jessup, Maryland. It turned out to be more than a few beers and I was really glad I didn't have to drive home that night. Instant DUI. Well, I ought to mention that when I finally met Charlie in person and he just didn't look like my idea of a Booz Allen Hamilton consultant. Most of the ones I know where suits and ties and you could pass them off as bankers or lawyers anyplace in San Francisco or New York City. Charlie looks like a sea captain, burly, blond and with a genuinely mischievous twinkle in his eye that makes you instantly think of St. Nick, except a whole lot younger. Mike, on the other hand, I'd met. He looks like a distinguished cardiac surgeon, which, of course, is what his is. We told a lot of lies that night and then I went to bed to work on my hangover for the next day. I did a really good job of preparing it. After proving that I was as stupid as the next sailor by slogging around up to my knees (really) at the Annapolis Sailboat Show, I drove over to the nifty little marina that is owned by Bob and Cindi Gibson, the folks who host the GOBR. Alfred Poor and his crew had just arrived on Pentaquod (tip of the hat to James Michener) and we sat around there on the boat for a bit and told more lies while I made every effort to let the hypothermia take hold. Up at their house a bit later, Cindi and Bob Gibson apparently thought that my teeth chattering showed that I was a ninny, because Cindi suggested I might want to take a hot shower. Darned right, kids! That was the best shower in recent memory and I'm not sure what she does but, wow, did that big thick towel she let me use ever smell great. I have to find out what she uses in her laundry. Anyway, after I'd had my shower and checked to make sure I hadn't left my fly open, I rejoined the group. Cindi then proceeded to scare the dickens out of me when she asked where I was staying. "With Charlie," I responded calmly. "Ohhhh," And then there was that long, pregnant pause. "Do you know he's a bachelor?" She inquired. I wasn't real certain how to answer that question, but decided not to react with more trembling. I just swallowed hard and kind of wondered what I might have gotten myself into. Still, I remembered, Chas had warned me that his pad was pretty much a boat-part storage area. Frankly, if I were single, that's just what my house would be. St. Lori just won't put up with it, though. She makes me keep most of my boat stuff in the garage or in my work building! Bad sport. Regardless, I was prepared for almost anything. After he finally got to Cindi and Bob's, Charlie and I stood around in the rain for about three hours waiting for people who hadn't got word that the skipper's meeting had been cancelled (there were only about ten of them, since Chas had emails about fifty people personally to let everybody know there wouldn't be any racing the next day) and then we went to dinner. I followed Charlie home - no beers for me that night - and was relieved to find that Charlie's house was nothing like my worst fears might have conjured up. For a bachelor, Charlie is a great housekeeper and that night I slept like I'd been run over by a truck. Out cold. The Good Old Boat Regatta party started the next evening - I had spent the day being a tourist in Baltimore - and it was a total gas. Finally got to meet Karen Larson and Jerry Powlas, the folks who do Good Old Boat Magazine. Took a lot of pictures, but pictures just don't capture the great time we all had. The best part, truly, was Alfred, Charlie and a few of the other sailors sitting down in a circle and singing. All that was missing was a bonfire and the beach at Howlands Landing (Fin and Mike can explain Howlands if you really want to know). Alfred and Bebe, his wonderful (and pretty) wife play in a band and perform what I guess you'd call bluegrass/rock. Alfred plays the mandolin really, really well and Bebe plays the electric bass. Charlie also plays the electric bass and there was a guy there who is a talented guitarist and banjo player. Another fellow, also a terrific guitar player, wrote a bunch of songs about the cast of the GOBR and about sailors in general and everyone managed to help Charlie screw up the lyrics to Dylan's "You Ain't Goin' Nowhere." Twice. I guess the singing went on until about eleven and I sure wished I'd brought a recorder of some kind. We were really good, though I imagine that the next morning, the recording wouldn't have been quite as good as the singing sounded that night. Wonderful what a few beers do to your musical appreciation abilities. Among other hits were the original GOBR works, "Ninety Feet of Cal," written for Charlie before he got his third 25, "The Sailor's Wife," and more that I just can't remember through the fog of hops. Sunday morning we had the Great Race of the Good Old Boat Regatta. I had the joy of sailing with the Pentaquod crew and we managed to get a great start followed by a stellar performance in the Cal 29 fleet that took us from third place all the way to third place in less than ten miles. There were two other Cal 29s in the fleet, so we did just fine and never had to look back. It was a performance to be proud of as we searched for marks and wind and just had a great time in the beautiful sunshine. It was at least 75 out on the Bay and I got a great sunburn on my balding pate. Everyone thinks it's dandruff, but I tell them right away that it isn't. It's from RACING. Of course they look at me and wonder what anybody my age could even conceive of racing other than perhaps a wheelchair. After the race, Alfred poured Dark and Stormies for everyone at the post-race party and, of course, the fun just kicked off again. I'd like to thank Charlie, Alfred and everyone on his crew, Bill, Jim and Dick, for letting this old geezer enjoy one of the best times in a long time. Lord willing and the creek don't rise (at least not any more than it did during the great nor'easter of ought six) - St. Lori and I are BOTH going to be at the next GOBR. For those on the Cal List who can make plans for it, be sure not to miss the next one. First weekend in October. Thanks my friends. I am so lucky to have such good ones from this list. In fact, we all are. What a blast! Now if I can only dry out these deck shoes. \Rog Cal 29+ #1 Swiss Navy Cal 2-30 #77 St. Lori's Comet

There may be some openings at Channel Islands Harbor in Oxnard. Almar took over managing several marinas earlier this year and raised rates. This resulted in an exodus. Until Oct 1 I was at Bahia Cabrillo (BC), a nice small marina that used to be a yacht club. Slip rent is $495 for a '35 which included use of the clubhouse, pool and jacuzzi (shared with apts). Slip C-6 may still be open. Channel Islands Marina is renovating and BC has filled quite a bit. 60 days ago there were at least 8 empty slips on my finger of 40 or so. There were some slips around $400 at the marina's behind the apts. BC's number is 805-985-6400. Scott Pospisil is the dockmaster, Paul Bick is good to work with. I'm at Ventura West Phase II now. VW just raised rates, a 35' is $394. VW is 15 minutes closer to Santa Barbara (where I live), even closer to the beach for the kids (across the street), my wife likes the village, and that extra $100/mo will pay for some upgrades I want. VW is about 50% liveaboard. Behind Ventura's Harbor Village is a marina which I have heard good comments about. Their rates are even less at $333/mo for a 34' foot boat. Don't know if they have any openings. The marina docks are open to the public, i.e. no locked gates, and a mix of pleasure and commercial. http://www.venturaharborvillage.com/binn/tenants.taf?relm=detail&tenant_id=54 Kirk --- In Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com, "r good" <my1972ih@...> wrote: > > It is moved to a marina where he will be allowed to keep it, in the water, > for $60 per day. Dry storage was 2 or 3 times more. I don't know the name > of the marina. > > Any recommendations for somewhere else to store the boat for more modest > fees? It is still in the LA, CA area. It motors and sails, so can > relocate, even if it is some distance away. > > Maybe Barbara and I should take it to the next island gathering! > > Reggie >

Glad you enjoyed our little weather thing that weekend; I thought it was wise of the committee not to call out some of those vintage boats on a day like that, some don't get tested very often. Scott told me the races were cancelled Saturday, so I took care of other priorities; Sunday I had to work or I would have found you guys at the party, as I wanted to meet everyone. Naturally the powerboat show the following weekend had spectacular weather. You might have noticed WM is pinching pennies so hard they blew off the boat shows this year. Anyway, sounds like you fell in with a bad crowd and held your own in "the drinking town with a sailing problem" (sic). John Dawson Indy reserve crew Rog Jones <ro… [at] nvsailing.org> wrote: This is mostly by way of thanks to Alfred Poor and to Charlie Husar. If they hadn’t suggested that I come to the Good Old Boat Regatta (GOBR) and related parties, I would have missed out BIG TIME on one of the best events I’ve enjoyed in many a year. This, despite the fact that on Friday and Saturday, a nor’easter was parked over Annapolis in honor of the Annapolis Sailboat Show. We don’t get nor’easters on the West Coast – I love to use that term since it’s just so darned nautical sounding, like in The Perfect Storm and all – and to put it mildly it was raining as they say in Texas, like a cow wee-wee’ing on a flat rock (term adjusted for the family content on the Cal list). There were a whole lot of people who were wading around the Sailboat Show pretending that this was nothing, of course – “Rain? Wind? What the hell, we’re sailors, right?” And stupid, too, look at all the money we throw into these holes in the water and here we are looking for bigger holes that will hold more money, but that’s for another day. Sailboat shows seem to make people behave especially weird. Now, for those who haven’t met the illustrious Charlie, you should know that he is a bachelor (never married) who owns 115 feet of Cals. He has three 25s and a 40. The 25s are famous on the Chesapeake Bay and the forty is Charlie’s way of making a statement that screams, “Hit me when I’m the race committee and I will personally rip your head from between your cheeks!!!” His hulls are black and have clever little symbols on each side near the stern that illustrate the boats’ names graphically. Very cool. The night before getting to Charlie’s I met up with him and Mike Kennedy for a few beers at the motel where I was staying in Jessup, Maryland. It turned out to be more than a few beers and I was really glad I didn’t have to drive home that night. Instant DUI. Well, I ought to mention that when I finally met Charlie in person and he just didn’t look like my idea of a Booz Allen Hamilton consultant. Most of the ones I know where suits and ties and you could pass them off as bankers or lawyers anyplace in San Francisco or New York City. Charlie looks like a sea captain, burly, blond and with a genuinely mischievous twinkle in his eye that makes you instantly think of St. Nick, except a whole lot younger. Mike, on the other hand, I’d met. He looks like a distinguished cardiac surgeon, which, of course, is what his is. We told a lot of lies that night and then I went to bed to work on my hangover for the next day. I did a really good job of preparing it. After proving that I was as stupid as the next sailor by slogging around up to my knees (really) at the Annapolis Sailboat Show, I drove over to the nifty little marina that is owned by Bob and Cindi Gibson, the folks who host the GOBR. Alfred Poor and his crew had just arrived on Pentaquod (tip of the hat to James Michener) and we sat around there on the boat for a bit and told more lies while I made every effort to let the hypothermia take hold. Up at their house a bit later, Cindi and Bob Gibson apparently thought that my teeth chattering showed that I was a ninny, because Cindi suggested I might want to take a hot shower. Darned right, kids! That was the best shower in recent memory and I’m not sure what she does but, wow, did that big thick towel she let me use ever smell great. I have to find out what she uses in her laundry… Anyway, after I’d had my shower and checked to make sure I hadn’t left my fly open, I rejoined the group. Cindi then proceeded to scare the dickens out of me when she asked where I was staying. “With Charlie,” I responded calmly. “Ohhhh,” And then there was that long, pregnant pause. “Do you know he’s a bachelor?” She inquired. I wasn’t real certain how to answer that question, but decided not to react with more trembling. I just swallowed hard and kind of wondered what I might have gotten myself into. Still, I remembered, Chas had warned me that his pad was pretty much a boat-part storage area. Frankly, if I were single, that’s just what my house would be. St. Lori just won’t put up with it, though. She makes me keep most of my boat stuff in the garage or in my work building! Bad sport. Regardless, I was prepared for almost anything. After he finally got to Cindi and Bob’s, Charlie and I stood around in the rain for about three hours waiting for people who hadn’t got word that the skipper’s meeting had been cancelled (there were only about ten of them, since Chas had emails about fifty people personally to let everybody know there wouldn’t be any racing the next day) and then we went to dinner. I followed Charlie home – no beers for me that night – and was relieved to find that Charlie’s house was nothing like my worst fears might have conjured up. For a bachelor, Charlie is a great housekeeper and that night I slept like I’d been run over by a truck. Out cold. The Good Old Boat Regatta party started the next evening – I had spent the day being a tourist in Baltimore – and it was a total gas. Finally got to meet Karen Larson and Jerry Powlas, the folks who do Good Old Boat Magazine. Took a lot of pictures, but pictures just don’t capture the great time we all had. The best part, truly, was Alfred, Charlie and a few of the other sailors sitting down in a circle and singing. All that was missing was a bonfire and the beach at Howlands Landing (Fin and Mike can explain Howlands if you really want to know). Alfred and Bebe, his wonderful (and pretty) wife play in a band and perform what I guess you’d call bluegrass/rock. Alfred plays the mandolin really, really well and Bebe plays the electric bass. Charlie also plays the electric bass and there was a guy there who is a talented guitarist and banjo player. Another fellow, also a terrific guitar player, wrote a bunch of songs about the cast of the GOBR and about sailors in general and everyone managed to help Charlie screw up the lyrics to Dylan’s “You Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere.” Twice. I guess the singing went on until about eleven and I sure wished I’d brought a recorder of some kind. We were really good, though I imagine that the next morning, the recording wouldn’t have been quite as good as the singing sounded that night. Wonderful what a few beers do to your musical appreciation abilities. Among other hits were the original GOBR works, “Ninety Feet of Cal,” written for Charlie before he got his third 25, “The Sailor’s Wife,” and more that I just can’t remember through the fog of hops. Sunday morning we had the Great Race of the Good Old Boat Regatta. I had the joy of sailing with the Pentaquod crew and we managed to get a great start followed by a stellar performance in the Cal 29 fleet that took us from third place all the way to third place in less than ten miles. There were two other Cal 29s in the fleet, so we did just fine and never had to look back. It was a performance to be proud of as we searched for marks and wind and just had a great time in the beautiful sunshine. It was at least 75 out on the Bay and I got a great sunburn on my balding pate. Everyone thinks it’s dandruff, but I tell them right away that it isn’t. It’s from RACING. Of course they look at me and wonder what anybody my age could even conceive of racing other than perhaps a wheelchair… After the race, Alfred poured Dark and Stormies for everyone at the post-race party and, of course, the fun just kicked off again. I’d like to thank Charlie, Alfred and everyone on his crew, Bill, Jim and Dick, for letting this old geezer enjoy one of the best times in a long time. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise (at least not any more than it did during the great nor’easter of ought six) – St. Lori and I are BOTH going to be at the next GOBR. For those on the Cal List who can make plans for it, be sure not to miss the next one. First weekend in October. Thanks my friends. I am so lucky to have such good ones from this list. In fact, we all are. What a blast! Now if I can only dry out these deck shoes… \Rog Cal 29+ #1 Swiss Navy Cal 2-30 #77 St. Lori's Comet --------------------------------- Get your email and more, right on the new Yahoo.com

--- In Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com, "Rog Jones" <rog@...> wrote: > > This is mostly by way of thanks to Alfred Poor and to Charlie Husar. > > > > If they hadn't suggested that I come to the Good Old Boat Regatta (GOBR) and > related parties, I would have missed out BIG TIME on one of the best events > I've enjoyed in many a year. I would like to add to Rog's comments. I arrived the same day and spent an hour finding the hotel where Charlie and Rog were holding the bar for me. After another hour or so, I found my hotel again after dinner. The next day, I drove down to tidewater country Virginia and spent the night with an old Cal 40 sailor who had sailed one of the first, including the 1966 Bermuda race. The rivers were so high after the rain that I went another way going back to Annapolis Saturday. We saw some Cal 40s, told a few lies and had a nice evening. He had planned to take us (a sailing buddy was there too) out on his Whaler but the water was over his dock by Saturday morning. I got back to Annapolis Saturday and found that the races had been cancelled (No surprise as it was blowing like snot). I walked around the boat show in foot-deep water and talked to a few people I had winated to find. I went over to the party that night and heard some nice music. Alfred and Jeff, the banjo picker, were of pro quality. Jeff wouldf proceed to hand us out heads the next day on the race course. Sunday monring was gorgeous and I took some pics. Charlie finally showed up to take over after his really cute helmslady had me ready to volunteer for anything. We powred out to the start past a Naval Academy regatta in Flying Juniors. All girl crews. The women were really out there last Sunday. It was fun sailing the Bay and we did OK considering that Chralie had me for extra ballast and we got skunked at the start and wound up going out into the stream. The part after the race was great and I took some more pics. I'm back now and we actually took the Cal 40 mout sailing today. First time ever. WE were looking at the sails we had and checking mast tuning. The boat felt fast and the day was beautiful. MIke Kennedy Conquest Cal 40 96

Rog Jones wrote: > > This is mostly by way of thanks to Alfred Poor and to Charlie Husar. > > > > If they hadn't suggested that I come to the Good Old Boat Regatta > (GOBR) and related parties, I would have missed out BIG TIME on one of > the best events I've enjoyed in many a year. > > > Nice report! Thanks for letting us know how they behave out on the right coast. Chris Campbell

Rog lets see some pic from the get together Dave Paulson Allergia Channel Islands ----- Original Message ----- From: Chris Campbell To: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com Sent: Tuesday, October 17, 2006 2:08 PM Subject: Re: [Cal_Boats] A Left Coaster's Look at the GOBR (lengthy) Rog Jones wrote: This is mostly by way of thanks to Alfred Poor and to Charlie Husar. If they hadn't suggested that I come to the Good Old Boat Regatta (GOBR) and related parties, I would have missed out BIG TIME on one of the best events I've enjoyed in many a year. Nice report! Thanks for letting us know how they behave out on the right coast. Chris Campbell

>From: "kirkgrier" <kg… [at] kirkgrier.com> >Reply-To: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com >To: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com >Subject: [Cal_Boats] Re: friend's "new" boat update >Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2006 03:07:29 -0000 > >There may be some openings at Channel Islands Harbor in Oxnard. Almar >took over managing several marinas earlier this year and raised rates. >This resulted in an exodus. Until Oct 1 I was at Bahia Cabrillo (BC), >a nice small marina that used to be a yacht club. Slip rent is $495 >for a '35 which included use of the clubhouse, pool and jacuzzi >(shared with apts). Slip C-6 may still be open. Channel Islands Marina >is renovating and BC has filled quite a bit. 60 days ago there were at >least 8 empty slips on my finger of 40 or so. There were some slips >around $400 at the marina's behind the apts. BC's number is >805-985-6400. Scott Pospisil is the dockmaster, Paul Bick is good to >work with. > >I'm at Ventura West Phase II now. VW just raised rates, a 35' is $394. >VW is 15 minutes closer to Santa Barbara (where I live), even closer >to the beach for the kids (across the street), my wife likes the >village, and that extra $100/mo will pay for some upgrades I want. VW >is about 50% liveaboard. > >Behind Ventura's Harbor Village is a marina which I have heard good >comments about. Their rates are even less at $333/mo for a 34' foot >boat. Don't know if they have any openings. The marina docks are open >to the public, i.e. no locked gates, and a mix of pleasure and >commercial. > >http://www.venturaharborvillage.com/binn/tenants.taf?relm=detail&tenant_id=54 > >Kirk > >--- In Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com, "r good" <my1972ih@...> wrote: > > > > It is moved to a marina where he will be allowed to keep it, in the >water, > > for $60 per day. Dry storage was 2 or 3 times more. I don't know >the name > > of the marina. > > > > Any recommendations for somewhere else to store the boat for more >modest > > fees? It is still in the LA, CA area. It motors and sails, so can > > relocate, even if it is some distance away. > > > > Maybe Barbara and I should take it to the next island gathering! > > > > Reggie > > > > >

Hi, Rog. I've been kind of quiet. I had to finish GOBRing, and then dove into CAL40ing, and am presently in Scottsdale, Arizona on business. Many thanks for coming out to the GOBR, and for all the kind words. Also many thanks for the toilet paper and the very large Goslings. (There was some paper in a drawer in the john - I just didn't tell you where.) Use of toilet paper is obvious, use of Goslings is under consideration. More later. Clients are asking me questions as I type. Cheers Charlie From: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com [mailto:Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Rog Jones Sent: Monday, October 16, 2006 9:38 PM To: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com Subject: [Cal_Boats] A Left Coaster's Look at the GOBR (lengthy) This is mostly by way of thanks to Alfred Poor and to Charlie Husar. If they hadn't suggested that I come to the Good Old Boat Regatta (GOBR) and related parties, I would have missed out BIG TIME on one of the best events I've enjoyed in many a year. This, despite the fact that on Friday and Saturday, a nor'easter was parked over Annapolis in honor of the Annapolis Sailboat Show. We don't get nor'easters on the West Coast - I love to use that term since it's just so darned nautical sounding, like in The Perfect Storm and all - and to put it mildly it was raining as they say in Texas, like a cow wee-wee'ing on a flat rock (term adjusted for the family content on the Cal list). There were a whole lot of people who were wading around the Sailboat Show pretending that this was nothing, of course - "Rain? Wind? What the hell, we're sailors, right?" And stupid, too, look at all the money we throw into these holes in the water and here we are looking for bigger holes that will hold more money, but that's for another day. Sailboat shows seem to make people behave especially weird. Now, for those who haven't met the illustrious Charlie, you should know that he is a bachelor (never married) who owns 115 feet of Cals. He has three 25s and a 40. The 25s are famous on the Chesapeake Bay and the forty is Charlie's way of making a statement that screams, "Hit me when I'm the race committee and I will personally rip your head from between your cheeks!!!" His hulls are black and have clever little symbols on each side near the stern that illustrate the boats' names graphically. Very cool. The night before getting to Charlie's I met up with him and Mike Kennedy for a few beers at the motel where I was staying in Jessup, Maryland. It turned out to be more than a few beers and I was really glad I didn't have to drive home that night. Instant DUI. Well, I ought to mention that when I finally met Charlie in person and he just didn't look like my idea of a Booz Allen Hamilton consultant. Most of the ones I know where suits and ties and you could pass them off as bankers or lawyers anyplace in San Francisco or New York City. Charlie looks like a sea captain, burly, blond and with a genuinely mischievous twinkle in his eye that makes you instantly think of St. Nick, except a whole lot younger. Mike, on the other hand, I'd met. He looks like a distinguished cardiac surgeon, which, of course, is what his is. We told a lot of lies that night and then I went to bed to work on my hangover for the next day. I did a really good job of preparing it. After proving that I was as stupid as the next sailor by slogging around up to my knees (really) at the Annapolis Sailboat Show, I drove over to the nifty little marina that is owned by Bob and Cindi Gibson, the folks who host the GOBR. Alfred Poor and his crew had just arrived on Pentaquod (tip of the hat to James Michener) and we sat around there on the boat for a bit and told more lies while I made every effort to let the hypothermia take hold. Up at their house a bit later, Cindi and Bob Gibson apparently thought that my teeth chattering showed that I was a ninny, because Cindi suggested I might want to take a hot shower. Darned right, kids! That was the best shower in recent memory and I'm not sure what she does but, wow, did that big thick towel she let me use ever smell great. I have to find out what she uses in her laundry... Anyway, after I'd had my shower and checked to make sure I hadn't left my fly open, I rejoined the group. Cindi then proceeded to scare the dickens out of me when she asked where I was staying. "With Charlie," I responded calmly. "Ohhhh," And then there was that long, pregnant pause. "Do you know he's a bachelor?" She inquired. I wasn't real certain how to answer that question, but decided not to react with more trembling. I just swallowed hard and kind of wondered what I might have gotten myself into. Still, I remembered, Chas had warned me that his pad was pretty much a boat-part storage area. Frankly, if I were single, that's just what my house would be. St. Lori just won't put up with it, though. She makes me keep most of my boat stuff in the garage or in my work building! Bad sport. Regardless, I was prepared for almost anything. After he finally got to Cindi and Bob's, Charlie and I stood around in the rain for about three hours waiting for people who hadn't got word that the skipper's meeting had been cancelled (there were only about ten of them, since Chas had emails about fifty people personally to let everybody know there wouldn't be any racing the next day) and then we went to dinner. I followed Charlie home - no beers for me that night - and was relieved to find that Charlie's house was nothing like my worst fears might have conjured up. For a bachelor, Charlie is a great housekeeper and that night I slept like I'd been run over by a truck. Out cold. The Good Old Boat Regatta party started the next evening - I had spent the day being a tourist in Baltimore - and it was a total gas. Finally got to meet Karen Larson and Jerry Powlas, the folks who do Good Old Boat Magazine. Took a lot of pictures, but pictures just don't capture the great time we all had. The best part, truly, was Alfred, Charlie and a few of the other sailors sitting down in a circle and singing. All that was missing was a bonfire and the beach at Howlands Landing (Fin and Mike can explain Howlands if you really want to know). Alfred and Bebe, his wonderful (and pretty) wife play in a band and perform what I guess you'd call bluegrass/rock. Alfred plays the mandolin really, really well and Bebe plays the electric bass. Charlie also plays the electric bass and there was a guy there who is a talented guitarist and banjo player. Another fellow, also a terrific guitar player, wrote a bunch of songs about the cast of the GOBR and about sailors in general and everyone managed to help Charlie screw up the lyrics to Dylan's "You Ain't Goin' Nowhere." Twice. I guess the singing went on until about eleven and I sure wished I'd brought a recorder of some kind. We were really good, though I imagine that the next morning, the recording wouldn't have been quite as good as the singing sounded that night. Wonderful what a few beers do to your musical appreciation abilities. Among other hits were the original GOBR works, "Ninety Feet of Cal," written for Charlie before he got his third 25, "The Sailor's Wife," and more that I just can't remember through the fog of hops. Sunday morning we had the Great Race of the Good Old Boat Regatta. I had the joy of sailing with the Pentaquod crew and we managed to get a great start followed by a stellar performance in the Cal 29 fleet that took us from third place all the way to third place in less than ten miles. There were two other Cal 29s in the fleet, so we did just fine and never had to look back. It was a performance to be proud of as we searched for marks and wind and just had a great time in the beautiful sunshine. It was at least 75 out on the Bay and I got a great sunburn on my balding pate. Everyone thinks it's dandruff, but I tell them right away that it isn't. It's from RACING. Of course they look at me and wonder what anybody my age could even conceive of racing other than perhaps a wheelchair... After the race, Alfred poured Dark and Stormies for everyone at the post-race party and, of course, the fun just kicked off again. I'd like to thank Charlie, Alfred and everyone on his crew, Bill, Jim and Dick, for letting this old geezer enjoy one of the best times in a long time. Lord willing and the creek don't rise (at least not any more than it did during the great nor'easter of ought six) - St. Lori and I are BOTH going to be at the next GOBR. For those on the Cal List who can make plans for it, be sure not to miss the next one. First weekend in October. Thanks my friends. I am so lucky to have such good ones from this list. In fact, we all are. What a blast! Now if I can only dry out these deck shoes... \Rog Cal 29+ #1 Swiss Navy Cal 2-30 #77 St. Lori's Comet

Now in the Cal List group photo album. \Rog Cal 29+ #1 Swiss Navy Cal 2-30 #77 St. Lori's Comet

--- In Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com, "Rog Jones" <rog@...> wrote: > > Now in the Cal List group photo album. > I put some in my photo album on Yahoo. It's at http://photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos/ mtkennedy1. I think I sent a link to the list, too. Mike Kennedy Conquest Cal 40 # 96 > > > \Rog > > > > Cal 29+ #1 > > Swiss Navy > > > > Cal 2-30 #77 > > St. Lori's Comet >

Thanks to Mike and Rog for posting photos. I've not been to Annapolis so it was nice to see what it looks like. Chris Campbell

Well, Chris, get your butt out here!! Boat ride guaranteed. And also some MGDs and Dark and Stormys. Cheers Charlie From: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com [mailto:Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com] On Behalf Of Chris Campbell Sent: Thursday, October 19, 2006 9:38 AM To: Ca… [at] yahoogroups.com Subject: Re: [Cal_Boats] Re: Good Old Boat 2006 Pics Thanks to Mike and Rog for posting photos. I've not been to Annapolis so it was nice to see what it looks like. Chris Campbell Yahoo! Groups Links