I just spent 3 very long days on a signal boat out in the middle of Lake St. Clair, calling starts and finishes of 6 classes in the Detroit NOOD Regatta (T-10s, Etchells, C&C 35s, S2 7.9s, Level 123 and J105s - yes, it was the "4kt s**t box course".)

I also met Carrie Howe's brother at the bar (he was wearing a "Team Hobie" jacket), talked up with Mr. Clean and his lovely wife, Mer - and how stoked they were to go out on an N20 after the Tybee.

What's really scary? At the age of 49 - I was the youngest of the 7 people on the signal boat. By a lot.