Stan Macur, Fair Winds….

The article says it all… Personally I will always remember the sound of his horn calling the fleets to the line….

Even more personal was a time when I mistakenly thought my fleet was being called to the line and I was still fiddling with my boat in the pits; I was looking at the wrong flag but didn’t realize it. I frantically, and I mean FRANTICALLY, finished up my little task and started pushing my boat straight upwind to the line, sprinting like Usain Bolt only much slower and still wearing my Carhartt suit.

When I got to the line I realized the Silver Fleet was going up; that explained the other boat in my spot on the line. With much relief I sat down to catch my breath and brace myself for the inevitable chop-busting that was no doubt coming my way as the whole fleet had seen my panic-driven sprint.

Stan was the first person to get to me. He was smiling and chuckling. I stood to greet him and he slapped me on the back and in his best English basically told me that I’d just done some good running but I should relax a little and enjoy the day!

Good advice…. Fair winds Stan, thanks for all you gave back to the class and everyone in it.

Remembering Stan Macur – DN North America (idniyra.org)