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2017

February 25
Wine Tasting
Pearmund Cellars, VA

March 19
Member Meeting
Kent Manor Inn

April 1
Brunch
Chesapeake YC

May 13
Icebreaker
Quiet Waters Park, Annapolis

May 27-29
Memorial Day Weekend
Magothy River

July 8
Night at the Theater
Garden Theater, Annapolis

August 5
Clam and Lobster Bake
Miles River YC, St Michaels

 

Brunch

Chesapeake Yacht Club, Shady Side, MD
April 1

The weather was blustery but we managed to squeeze in the sock burning after lunch.

8 crews showed up:

  • Lucia Casale, Lucia (Captain)
  • Dave and Alice Dunham, September Song
  • Mike and Bev Davis, Ayewash
  • Diane Benyus and Richard Schatz, and guests
  • Al and Vicky Lohman
  • Bob and Barb Redlow, Narrow Escape
  • Mario Taisch, and Lori and Angelina Burkhart, Sea Cara II
  • Marie Yates, Prego

 

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A little social time before lunch

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Vicky, Al, Bev, Marie and Richard

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Bob, Barbara, Dave and Alice

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Bev, Marie, Angelina, Lori, Mario, Lucia

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Guests join Richard, Vicky, Al and Diane

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Gathering outside for the sock burning

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Vicky reads the (modified) Ode to Sock Burning:

Them Chesapeake folks got an odd tradition
When the sun swings to its Equinoxical position,
They build a little fire down along the CYC docks,
They doff their shoes and they burn their winter socks.
Yes, they burn their socks at the Equinox;
You might think that's peculiar, but I think it's not,
See, they're the same socks they put on last fall,
And they never took 'em off to wash 'em, not at all.
So they burn their socks at the Equinox
In a little ol' fire burning nice and hot.
Some think incineration is the only solution,
'Cause washin' 'em contributes to Maryland's pollution.
Through the spring and the summer and into the fall,
They go around not wearin' any socks at all,
Just stinky bare feet stuck in old deck shoes,
Whether out on the water or sippin' on a brew.
So if you sail into the Harbor on the 20th of March,
And you smell a smell like limburger sauteed with laundry starch,
You'll know you're downwind of the CYC docks
Where they're burning their socks for the Equinox.

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Burn, socks, burn!