Yetsgo is 32′ not 28′

I recall Sean Callahan Jr. defiantly thrusting his leg into a big pail of wine to hold it down, and finally the ladies gave up and left us with an ample supply of … white zinfandel. So, um, yeah, we were chugging throatfuls of pink wine in the wee hours of the night.

That night also marked the founding of the “true” boardman’s union, and the inaugural singing en masse of the boardman’s anthem, “Trust Your Boardman,” penned that summer aboard Blossom.

We hitched a ride back to Billie P. Hall’s spacious base-yacht, Limmershin, which graciously put us up and served us coffee in the morning, blissfully unaware we had stolen a stash of their shamrock neckties, which we wore on the racecourse.

Supposedly John Farrell of Billie P. slept under either a car or a bush in your grandparents’ lawn. And one more fond memory was Sean Jr. sitting up on the bar crosslegged, facing the late Jimmy Wilson in a mirror-image staredown, and he leaned in and said to Jimmy: “Goddamnit, Jimmy, teach me how to be an asshole!”

What I liked best about that party is that just about anyone who had ever been involved with log canoes in any capacity was welcome. What a throwdown. I guess the next is … what, Jay Dee and Noddy in 2032?

I’ll only be 56, so count me in. Maybe I’ll have my own boardman offspring to share the festivities with.

That is all.

I don’t like sailing without the jib because — aside from the pressure it can put on the foremast — I think it makes tacks messy and less predictable.

Good to see you guys are blogging here. Come join the fun at blogcanoe.com when you get a chance also. We have lots of talk about the Candy Corn.

–chappie