And speaking of sails, perhaps my wife, Carolyn, and I, at 66, know a tad more about ourselves than we did as 18-year-olds aboard our 22-foot Corina. We carry two spinnakers, but merely as trophies from our youth. On our last circumnavigation, we hoisted one once in the middle of a 38-day passage, looked at it for a couple of minutes, took it down, huffed and puffed re-stowing it and then both took extra long naps. Our racing days are over. All we want to do now is race into each other's arms.