John Spicer writes: “Let me share a family story of remarkable good luck. It is a sea story, an outing planned well ahead by my son, Doug, in Westport, Massachusetts, where our class held its recent anniversary celebration at the Acoaxet Club. The summer of ’21 had been a party to storms and much fog on the Rhode Island oceanfront and Hurricane Henri was heading toward us just as Doug was planning to take me and five family members to sea by way of the Westport River estuary in a friend’s Herreshoff Alerion sloop. The eye of the storm was headed directly for our harbor, but then she (sorry, boats and hurricanes are sexist) slowed her forward progress. I had the helm from the dock and took her into the harbor, on a rising wind against strong tide, sailing a rolling broad tack over tall swells, ripped with refreshing spray. It was a glorious day of full sun and wind, tucked between eerie calm and the expected storm. Henri turned back towards Connecticut and on to New York. But five miles out to sea, we all took turns at the tiller with full sun and wind and returned safely to port.”
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