2018 March Commodore’s Column

“And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.” 
Percy Bysshe Shelley

The month of March comes to the Salish Sea like a tentative fawn…unsure of the present and unaware of the future. March, according to the calendar, is the beginning of Spring and for boater’s it means the beginning of the boating season. Around here it mostly means cleaning the layers of green slime off the deck of your boat. For a few hardy mates it also means the first cruise of the season. For the first time, PTYC will celebrate St. Paddy’s Day on St. Paddy’s day. Remember this first “cruise” is for everyone. For the “salty”, Boat Haven will be a short walk away from the Clubhouse. For the “land cruisers” the festivities will begin on Friday and continue through the weekend. Only one reminder. The “wearin’ of the green” will be a must…

March also provides our members a chance to participate in our semi-annual Clubhouse cleaning. This important event will be Saturday March 31. Please plan on participating and helping Debbie and Mary “spruce up” our clubhouse for the coming busy season. Not a lot of skill will be required, just a heavy dose of “elbow grease” and “what else needs done”.

To end, I would like to say “Thank You”, to not only the organizers and leaders of our FUN(d) Raiser on the 24th , but also the many members who were so generous with their participation and donations. It is because of people like you, that PTYC is such a special place. The event was a rousing success and puts our 2018 Scholarship efforts off to a great start. Dave McCammon was an uproarious M.C. who was

adept at keeping the men and women competitors from attempting to gain an advantage. One thing I did learn was that, apparently, Yugoslavia plays a little “fast and loose” with the rules. Also, North Korean cheerleaders are especially rowdy and enthusiastic. It was a night of fun and camaraderie that made a snowy end of February seem more tolerable.

Now sweetly lies old Ireland 
Emerald green beyond the foam, 
Awakening sweet memories, 
Calling the heart back home .

Commodore Jess Schefstrom