Flying Like the Wind (originally published in longer form in Chesapeake Style Magazine ) Our sailboat is slow. There, I said it. We have a full keel, a nearly 12-foot beam, and a solid 2” thick fiberglass hull. We could run through a dock—just not quickly. This has been hard on my husband. He is a racer at heart. If we are on the same tack as another sailboat, he will adjust the sails to within a millimeter of their lives so we can pass them. And he’s good. We have actually passed much sleeker, faster boats, though in the spirit of full disclosure, I am not sure they were aware we were in a competition. I take the helm, and he loosens and tightens lines, ponders telltales, and optimizes…and tweaks…. I know how this all started. In the days before we could afford an actual boat, Eric raced windsurfers. At one point, his name even appeared in Windsurfing Magazine as holding third place in the Mid-Atlantic standings. He had a full quiver of sails and four different boards, w