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Originally Posted by Vezo, Part II
Did you learn to sail the fish? I had my first beer with my BF, his older sister, and her girlfriend had fake IDs when the drinking age was 18 in Jersey. I was 13? That little sail boat and those girls were quite fun on Toms River!
Vezo, Part II
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I have no memory of the sunfish/sailfish.
I`ll ask Pif more about her memory as I was maybe 3 or 4.
Her memory of childhood sucks, so I may not get much more there.
She did say I laughed nonstop and she thought Mom made him sell the boat
as Mom thought one of us might drown.
That would have been me I guess.
BYC.
Barnstable Yacht Club was anything but a yacht club.
It was a wonderland for squids.
No phone.
No electricity.
No running water.
A hand pump on the pier by the water to be primed for use.
I will never forget the taste of that well.
Hard and full of stone, salt, and minerals.
It cost little to join in relative terms and times.
The pier went down to the sway of the gangway and the floating docks.
The last dock had the flipped skiffs. This is where we started.
Flip the skiff. Row the skiff and have races. We learned about wind, tide, and work.
Haul the skiff up on the dock, flip it and tie a line down.
Bunny Howard was the owner of a fine wooden boat shop on the property.
He was one of the kindest men I have ever known if he liked you. I tested him a bit.
His shop had a phone, electricity, and running water.
He was a sailor`s sailor. Say that again. His name is on many cups.
I was 9 when I first met him.
I was 10 when I started learning.
Beetle Cats.
https://beetlecat.com/
Bunny built a utopia for us.
Two clay courts and a plywood backboard.
Tennis anyone?
Sand volley ball?
We all rode our bikes to Beale way everyday we could.
If it rained, we got wet.
The Clarkes had clambakes many Fridays.
Backyard affairs. We squids rowed out to the sand bar to harvest clams.
Stomp and dig. Put your sneakers on and go to the east end of the bar
for Quahogs.