End of an era

Just unfolding in front of my window. Schuylkill River and Market Street. Very sad. This is the 4th Market Street Bridge jumper I’ve seen in 3 years.

Warning: Graphic images below.

I’m glad we measured everything before we got locked in.

Fish don’t fry in the kitchen;
Beans don’t burn on the grill.
Took a whole lotta tryin’
Just to get up that hill.
Now we’re up in the big leagues
Gettin’ our turn at bat.
As long as we live, it’s you and me baby
There ain’t nothin wrong with that.

Movin on up
To the east side.
We finally got a piece of the pie.

For the same price, the Logitech MX1000 (my personal choice on both my desktops) is wireless, rechargeable, has 8 buttons, a scroll wheel and a “friggin laser-beam.” It's the best mouse. Ever.

The storm last night was something else. I was racing on the Delaware River when it hit the city. The sheer force of the gusts came close to downing our J/27. I fought not to go over-board while struggling on the deck with a 60° heel to get the jib down. We knew the storm was coming— but we were caught off-guard by it’s sudden impact on the area.

Looking for leeward shelter from the stink we motored along the PA shore of the river. When we reached the piers with new condo construction, the storm began ripping 6ft plywood sheets off the buildings and sending them sailing into the river. The dirt and debris from the construction sites was whipped into a dust storm that reduced visibility to less than 30ft.

The Liberty fleet made it back to dock without incident. 16 others were not so lucky.