This Saturday morning I got to experience a simple pleasure that only comes around once a year while I am visiting my parents in my hometown of Geneva, NY: sailing. Summer Saturdays around here on Seneca Lake nearly always included sailing. We've had the same little green Sunfish for decades. Sailing is exactly like riding a bike: once you know how, you can always pick it back up again. So my Saturday started with a wide expanse of silvery lake, a little green boat, and the wind.
This afternoon, my brother's wedding.
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