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Yes, oh wise one. After descending the mast, proceed to houseboat at 10 E Pier and call the series of magic numbers that will be shared with you by the raven haired, etherial creature swaddled in sail cloth. The magic numbers will work on any celestial devive with free nation-wide calling. The information you need will then be revealed.

Ergo
 
I'm in for Sunday. Hey Bill, would you like us to try to install the vane and aux. tank? Or just get them on board?
Max
 
Thanks, Max. Yes and yes. The vane takes two nuts and two bolts which are attached to the vane. The Aux. tank takes two straps, that are on the boat.

To all concerned: This is a huge help and very much appreciated.

Bill Merrrick
 
Ergo said:
Yes, oh wise one. After descending the mast, proceed to houseboat at 10 E Pier and call the series of magic numbers that will be shared with you by the raven haired, etherial creature swaddled in sail cloth. The magic numbers will work on any celestial devive with free nation-wide calling. The information you need will then be revealed.

Ergo
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This sounds like fun!
 
Even more fun than I would have imagined. One suggestion. The photos are a super idea. I wish I had more of them but if Philpott is going to do that AND supervice then someone needs to take video for YouTube. "Supervising" this gaggle is worth documenting. I know from my turn "in the barrel" as COMMODORE.

I'm going to e-mail Synthia later today with a list of things boat, things Blue Pekican and things up for grabs.

bILL
 
Philpott said:
I'll come take photos and supervise the workers.
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I wasn't sure what you meant so I looked this up in the SSS handbook


su·per·vise**
/ˈso͞opərˌvīz/
Verb
Observe and direct the execution of (a task, project, or activity).
Observe and direct the work of (someone), and supply donuts.


Wow, I never understood the full extent of the definition.

sYnThIa
 
Ah yes, the oft-quoted, not yet published SSS handbook. The sailor's etch a sketch. Donuts are yummy, but cleaning sails - now that's a real contribution
 
Damn, I miss being COMMODORE - never thought I'd actually say that. There was a handbook?

Synthia has the list. Thank you all so much. I never liked asking for help and it's a very humbling (in a good way) experience, like sailing.

Bill Merrick
 
The gang assembled at ERGO at 1 pm. Tie-dyed shirts seemed to be the dress theme.

BobJ and AlanH retrieved the windvane and spare fuel tank. Syn and crew hoisted sails, and made repairs to the main. Headsails and bumblebee colored spinnys evaluated, labeled as to condition and folded. Jacki appeared with do-nuts while Phil attended to the engine and zincs and Max, AlanH, Ruben and BobJ mounted the windvane and helped unload the boat. Plaques were removed from the bulkhead.

Lockers and drawers were emptied and gear piled and sorted on the dock. Some gear, including anchor, solar panels, and drogue, are going to Blue Pelican with Ruben. Syn took two sails home for repair. The folded sails, life raft, sheets, windvane, spare fuel tank, compass, emergency steering, spare prop, and engine spares were returned aboard ERGO. Skip will see the SSB/ham radios, tuner, and antenna go to a good home. The rest of the equipment was sorted and dispersed.

It was fine, warm weather for a work party. Among the gang of 10 were eight SHTP vets. In attendance: Max, Phil, Bob J, SSS Commodore Jim Quanci, Jacki, Ruben, Alan H, Frank Anzak, Synbad, Skip.
 
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Greetings:
I’m so touched. I really wanted to be there. Not for the work, certainly, but just to be there with that many great sailors and people. I know we “compete” but very few opportunities exist for being part of anything that is so purely competitive. The ancient Greeks were the first to organize competitions. They celebrated individual achievement but they organized it to motivate improvements in running, throwing, wrestling – survival skills, at that time, not just sport.

One of the things that most impressed me about my first SHTP was meeting “under the tree” every day and talking about the race. I remember talking about everything except “who won”. I didn’t know until the awards dinner who had won. I was particularly happy that it was Phil, but would have been happy for whoever had.
I used to write poetry back in the day and knew John Haag, a Major/minor poet of my generation. He served in the merchant Marine during WW2. I haven’t written any poetry in a long time but John popped this out in his book “Stones Don’t Float”. It comes close to how I feel about all this.

Sea Song

The breast of the sea
swells in the fresh
breeze:
on the sand
the sea leaves
love marks:
in love
change must be constant.

On the bay, bulls heel,
rail awash, wind
ripening the sails: so
blood floods and fills.

In the water, sand
and wind, the sail
and swelling blood,
I feel you flow
and bend--
flesh and spirit held
in the same arching move:
the tongue of love.
 
sleddog said:
The gang assembled at ERGO at 1 pm. Tie-dyed shirts seemed to be the dress theme.

BobJ and AlanH retrieved the windvane and spare fuel tank. Syn and crew hoisted sails, and made repairs to the main. Headsails and bumblebee colored spinnys evaluated, labeled as to condition and folded. Jacki appeared with do-nuts while Phil attended to the engine and zincs and Max, AlanH, Ruben and BobJ mounted the windvane and helped unload the boat. Plaques were removed from the bulkhead.

Lockers and drawers were emptied and gear piled and sorted on the dock. Some gear, including anchor, solar panels, and drogue, are going to Blue Pelican with Ruben. Syn took two sails home for repair. The folded sails, life raft, sheets, windvane, spare fuel tank, compass, emergency steering, spare prop, and engine spares were returned aboard ERGO. Skip will see the SSB/ham radios, tuner, and antenna go to a good home. The rest of the equipment was sorted and dispersed.

It was fine, warm weather for a work party. Among the gang of 10 were eight SHTP vets. In attendance: Max, Phil, Bob J, SSS Commodore Jim Quanci, Jacki, Ruben, Alan H, Frank Anzak, Synbad, Skip.
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Synthia says that tie-die is the new black. Honest!
 
Bill, I like that. Actually, I like that a lot. Once upon a time, when I had an International H Boat, I did my very first solo spinnaker run, from somewhere in the general vicinity of Blackaller to almost under the Bay Bridge. I wrote a poem about that.
I wish I could find it, now.
 
Greetings,

Who knew that Ergo was actually the "Love Boat"? She's such a surprising old girl. Sparky, thank you so much.

COMMODORE Jim Quancy called me last night. I'd asked him to send me a copy of the video he'd shot when I was part of his delivery crew for getting his Cal 40, Green Buffalo, home after the '11 PacCup. It was the first and only time I've been off shore on a crewed boat. It was a great trip, on a great boat with a great skipper. Jim is the best and most generous skipper it's been my privledge to know and sail with. He actually won all the Farallons races, SH, DH and crewed in one season. Jim also takes along just about anyone who wants to go - kids, first timers and other skippers. Sometimes looking around Green Buffalo, motoring over to a starting area, it felt more like a boat going out for a day sail, than one of the boats the other skippers knew they had to keep an eye on or it would eat their lunch. The SSS is in another set of great hands.

I told Jim to carry a very personal message for me to anyone who might feel sorry for me because of what is happening. Jim's a real gentleman of the old school. I hope he doesn't have to repeat the message very often because Jim isn't prone to using vulgarity nor succuming to emotional outbursts. I, on the other hand, have come to value the proper use of profanity as an art form. If necessary, I'm confident that Jim will honor my request. So, please spare him the pain of needing to follow through. I understand sadness. I understand anger. I'm feeling plenty of both. They're very honest emotions. Sympathy, not so much. Just my opinion.

Stay close, my friends. Stay close.

Bill Merrick
 
Greetings,

I wanted to personally call/e-mail the "crew" who really, really helped Sara and I with a very nasty job but I can't find my trusty phone book that has all the numbers. And since Phil liked the poem. Here's another that I wrote last week.

When It Comes

When it comes, let it be as an old friend.
Tapping me on the shoulder
In an unexpected place, at an unexpected moment.

When it comes, let it be gentle and patient.
Or, mad with joy
Grabbing me up and pulling me into the dance.
Drums and horns
Shouts and stomping feet and reckless abandon.

When it comes, let me be with Sara
My warmth and my refuge
My window into eternity

Thank you, all

Ergo
 
Ergo said:
When It Comes

When it comes, let it be as an old friend.
Tapping me on the shoulder
In an unexpected place, at an unexpected moment.

When it comes, let it be gentle and patient.
Or, mad with joy
Grabbing me up and pulling me into the dance.
Drums and horns
Shouts and stomping feet and reckless abandon.

When it comes, let me be with Sara
My warmth and my refuge
My window into eternity

Thank you, all

Ergo
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Wow, that is beautiful, thank you for sharing
 
Ergo said:
Greetings,

I wanted to personally call/e-mail the "crew" who really, really helped Sara and I with a very nasty job but I can't find my trusty phone book that has all the numbers. And since Phil liked the poem. Here's another that I wrote last week.

When It Comes

When it comes, let it be as an old friend.
Tapping me on the shoulder
In an unexpected place, at an unexpected moment.

When it comes, let it be gentle and patient.
Or, mad with joy
Grabbing me up and pulling me into the dance.
Drums and horns
Shouts and stomping feet and reckless abandon.

When it comes, let me be with Sara
My warmth and my refuge
My window into eternity

Thank you, all

Ergo
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I like your attitude....a lot. I hope I have the cojones to be the same.

I've got a small box of stuff for you, will be mailing it this weekend.
 
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