My folkboat sailing hero, Michael Richey, died just before Christmas. He was the kind of Englishman who would say, "I've done a little sailing," when he'd only done 13 solo crossings of the Atlantic in his folkboat, the Jester, the last when he was 80. During tough times at sea, he kept his spirits up by imagining that, if he were lost, people would say that at least he died doing what he loved. Bloody hell, no, he said! When I go, I want clean sheets, a whiskey, and a priest! He managed that, at 92.
- Tom Kirschbaum, Feral IF 637