Party Time!
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hope you all have been enjoying the summer. August was turned over to the sailing folks to put up with the heat
and storms. September is starting off with a very busy weekend. On Friday Sept 1, we kick off the long weekend
with our First Friday activities featuring the music of Flash Flood. On Saturday, there will be a potluck dinner in the
lounge. After that main event, we can all sit and relax watching the FSU – Alabama football game. Come out and
show your spirit! On Monday the 4th (Labor Day), the club will open at 3:00. We will be cooking up hot dogs with
sides starting at 3:30. There will be lawn games set up to make this an old fashioned Labor Day Picnic. Then, by
popular demand, September 2e will feature the second Mongolian Barbeque of the year. Come on down and gorge
yourself on this unique offering (yard games likely again). October 7 features the Commodores’ Ball honoring ALL
commodores of FWYC (past & present). Come enjoy a fine meal & dancing. And of course, Halloween on Oct 28.
Look elsewhere in the Letter Log for a way to help with these events.
Lots more to come in the fall – stay tuned !!
See You ‘Round the Club
~ Craig Stoldt
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thing.
What It’s All About
es, it’s about competion. Yes, everyone wants
to win. That’s racing. But that’s not the every-
Portsmouth scored small boat racing just celebrated it’s
tenth anniversary at FWYC. A dedicated race committee, a steady stream
of sailors, new and old, and the best venue on the coast (all right, the
author may be a bit biased) has
made small boat racing a Sunday
afternoon Event. But that’s not
the everything.
What is?
Zipping around the starting area
the last Sunday afternoon of Au-
gust, I really looked around. Not only did we have a mixed bag of boats, we
had a mixed bag of sailors. All ages, races, sexes, and skill levels. I thought
“Cool” and kept on sailing. But then I noticed a lot of the competitors
had something
in
common,
blood. There
were families
out there. Some
together and some competing against each other. There
were husbands and wives, fathers and daughters, broth-
ers, sons, and granddaughters. Our Rear Commodore
had three generations on the course.
I can say it made me a little misty-eyed. You read about
it, the sport promotes it, but to see sailing as it was rep-
resented on that course was fantastic.
That’s the everything.
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