UPDATE: I am so very, very sorry—I neglected to include the link to this heartwarming story. Fixed now.
* Shep, you won't remember, but we were once racing on an RYC sailboat, rail down, rail meat on the weather side, shirtless, and you looked me over and asked, "so, how old are you, Chris?" I said "40", and you said to Ian, "40—I guess that's not so bad." You Bastard! My only consolation is that, a quarter-century on, you're lucky if today you look like me back then. : )