“We had the best time,” he said, recalling the early races that have kept him coming back. “We drank a lot of mudslides; we had good racing, good fun.” When I wandered into the infamous sprawling white tent at the end of Payne’s Dock eight years ago after my first afternoon of sailing during Block Island Race Week, I thought, Wow, everyone here knows each other.
With 100-something boats, plus their crews, plus their friends, that would be impossible, of course. But the roar of the crowd, all talking and laughing, was deafening, as sailors wandered from group to group, shaking hands, slapping backs—all well-lubricated, courtesy of Mount Gay rum. Talk about a party! And it rages every day, from the opening bash Sunday through the final awards Friday evening.…
