Leisurely Pursuits
I’VE ALWAYS LOVED THE WATER, and I have my parents to thank for that. When I wasn’t swimming in it, I was learning to sail on it during Wisconsin’s brief (and precious) summer months. Each August, our club had a family banquet to commend all the junior sailors who had spent the past eight weeks mastering basic knots, navigating the buoys, and righting tipped dinghies. For the racing students, awards like the Commodore’s Trophy were doled out to the fastest among us with great fanfare by—you guessed it—the commodore. But one year, my instructors decided to create a special distinction just for me: the Leisure Award. As the head instructor (who pronounced the word “lehz-jurr,” though he wasn’t at all British) explained to a packed dining room: “Elizabeth likes to…