Hanna was a bust

Tropical storm "Hanna" missed Newport; however last week Bunky Helfrich lost his battle with leukemia. I had sailed with Bunky, always on one of Ted Turner's boats. Bunky was likely Ted's best friend. Bunky is pictured far right in the crew photo of "Courageous" wearing a Lily Pulitzer bathing suits.

Bunky always had a good story or a joke,an imp of sorts. In 1977 one evening between selection trials, we were in the Paradise Lunch, a bar on Thames Street; where a beer was a dime and on Friday nights there was a strip show. Whoever it was had to perform to the music provided by the juke box and a stage with a plastic palm tree and a chaise long covered with a false leopard skin.  If the music stopped someone ran over and inserted another quarter, allowing three songs in a row.

This was also the season of the syndicate parties, each syndicate in turn would give a rather formal party for the competing syndicates.  Ours was next. With Bunky and a few others we approached the "stripper" who would come as a "date" of a yet to be determined crew. Naturally, at the most awkward moment she was meant to start her show. we negotiated a price, none of us really had the cash and finally the courage. It would have been great, and the end of someone's sailing season.

Waiting for Tropical Storm Hanna

It is the weekend, and I have no sailing planned. Yesterday I prepared everything I felt needed to be attended to before "Hanna" arrived. As you can see the visibility is nil; any sailing plans would have been canceled. We are in Hurricane season. One's mind wanders when there is no focus.

One of my longtime dreams has been to visit St. Catherine's of the Sinai. A Monastery built around the burning bush at the foot of Mt. Sinai.

Sometimes things in life happen for a reason. Last year, we were in Los Angeles and as luck would have it The Getty Museum had an exhibit of the Treasures of the Sinai. My dream had come true.  Accompanying the exhibit were monks from the Monastery assuring the safety of the exhibit, interestingly the monks are all from Crete, the name Lirakis is a name from that same island, so they were very excited to meet me.

The Hermit of Narrow River

When I started school at URI in 1966 the only road to get there was a small winding road. I would pass a falling down house situated on a charming spot. One day I found the courage to knock on the door; thats how I met Bill Lacy, the hermit of Narrow River. He wasn't really a hermit; he just couldn't get around very well as he had no car and there certainly was no bus passing by.

The skiffs in the photograph were one of Bill's only source of income, you could rent one for a quarter a day, to go rowing or fishing on the river.

The photo of Bill sitting on the steps of his house with his cat, tells quite a story.

The man with the rake was Bill's nearest neighbor, they didn't speak. His source of income was smoking pogies in his outhouse. I was never certain if he revealed this to his customers.

The day Bill died his house was bulldozed and it was as if he had never existed.

Royal Ocean Racing Club

No club has been more important in my sailing career than the Royal Ocean Racing Club. I joined in 1969; shortly after finishing the Fastnet race and having won the Admiral's Cup, sailing aboard "Carina". One of the conditions of membership is to have completed a number of the Club's races offshore. A true yacht club. I live in the United States, however I have completed 4 Admiral's Cups, and 5 Fastnet races as well as many of the Clubs other races. I try to stay in touch with events at the RORC.

One anecdote I can relay to you is about Buster de Guingand a former flag officer of the Club. Buster in the 50's and 60's had been the "local knowledge" sailing on "Carina". By the time I met him, he was older and no longer invited to race. He would however, during Cowes Week,daily take the evening train from London, sleep aboard "Carina", and spend the night at the beer tent with his old sailing friends. Returning to the boat he would wake me and recount tales of the old days; then catch the morning train back to a London.

Olin Stephens credits Buster with having been essential to brokering the deal leading to the acceptance of the IOR rule.

Some years later when we moved to Cowes we met Buster's daughter; just one more example of how small the world can be.

New York Yacht Club Harbour Court lily pond

If you park near the sailing office you will walk by the lily pond at Harbour Court. It gives me no end of pleasure to see the daily changes. The New York Yacht Club has succeeded in making an environment that not only fulfills the need of access to the water for sailing but an exceedingly pleasant one as well. Spend an evening overlooking the harbour at sunset.

Final Day of Racing Classic Yacht Parade

Sunday Morning started with a Parade of Classic Yachts both power and sail. Once again "Elenora" steals the limelight; even from Elvis. She conjures images of times gone by, Edwardian elegance at its best.

A little humor and a little tragedy; as a second Mizzen mast in as many days comes down due to contact between boats.

we raced around Conanicut Island in sunshine, blue skies and a shifty northwest breeze.

Classic Yacht Regatta Day One

Sailing aboard "Siren" a NY 32 designed by Olin Stephens; day one.  9:30 am skippers meeting, Ted Hood, Halsey Herreshoff, Gary Jobson, and a few others. The hope of wind expressed by all of the forecasts; out onto the water to wait. And wait we did, until 2:45; racing was abandoned for the day. The wait was an opportunity to look at the wonderful boats assembled for this regatta. "Elenora" the replica of the great Herreshoff schooner. "Ticonderoga", and many other wonderful yachts lovingly restored.

Tomorrow, a sunny day with a brisk NW wind is forecast, providing this front moves through. We will race around Conanicut Island.

Ashore the exhibit at the Museum of Yachting was open; not to be missed.