Ah, Summer In Madison!
Some photos of me on my newly-acquired F2 wind surfer, under the tutelage of my friend Jim (he shot the pix, BTW).



Yes, Virginia, Madison is really this nice. As my brother-in-law once summed it up..."It's Oz."

My favorite line of the evening came when we were starting to pack up, groaning over the unaccustomed exercise. I unzipped a little cooler and held up two bottles. Jim's eyes went round with kid-on-Christmas-morning wonder. "You brought beer?!"