The Pine Pulse... Fond racing memory: Soaked-to-the-bone sweatshirts

I officially gave up my nickname of “sponge” last week after my parents sold the sailboat we raced twice a week for some 20-odd-years on Lake Minnetonka. This slightly strange absorbant monikor was bestowed on me for my accidental role in helping to keep the other crew members high and dry.

By: Jana Peterson, The Pine Journal