Chuck wanted the Lagunas to have a race, so we decided on a truncated course: From a marker just off the beach at Army Hole to the buoy that marks the end of the jetty at Port O'Connor. Time came, we took off.

I think this picture will show up on the Moffitt family refridgerator as it shows Sean, conning Laguna Cinco, with his father in Laguna Tres trailing far behind.

The student becomes the master.