Pea Soup for the Soul
kwooton@aimmedia.com Back when Jimmy Carter was president, I joined a sailing club on Boston Harbor to soak up some of the riches I was accumulating as a bartender. After taking some advanced sailing and navigation classes, the day finally came for my check sail. The club fleet included a gaggle of 26-foot, three-person, open keelboats called Solings, which were sailed in the Olympics until 2000. They are pure sailing machines with no engines or electronics. The early summer day dawned sunny and warm—perfect for showing my instructor what I had to offer. As we sailed out down the main channel toward the rocky Boston Harbor islands for what I assumed would be an easy bit of buoy hopping and channel surfing, a dirty smudge appeared on the horizon. Anyone who’s sailed in…