Tyche
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 1
Nine ... nearly 10 and tall for 10. (Almost 14 in New Zealand.) A Freshman (year 9 for those of you from ‘the old country’) in high school and two weeks of vacation left.
Still a couple of 3.7 races to go and then the Princessapality Great Lakes Championship race. I have my own boat ... I built it ... I’ze so proud. Ludington breakwater this year ... if you won or were on the podium after a weekly Sunday Race you were eligible for the Championship. There were few multiple Sunday race winners. The Farr 3.7 is an equal opportunity boat. I won one.
Five months of weekend races ... two months had 5 races ... three months had only 4.
Podium finishes are first, second and third and an alternate ... fourth. Three finishers are eligible with the fourth place able to step up if a podium finisher can’t attend. 66 entries. Sixty six boats are a bunch. Saturday would have elimination races to close the field at 15 boats.
Ten and a Freshman ... Surprise had a ‘time’ with the school board over that. Skipping a single grade was hard to do. Skipping four? Hoo boy howdy! It took the combined weight of all her teachers, her spectacular IQ scores and Mom at the ‘open’ board meetings and four years worth of meetings with a new teacher added once a year to finally convince the school board to ‘get her out of my class’ for them to ‘make an exception.’
Even then it was Mom and her threatening to run for board member that did the trick. School Board is an elected position so it is political and often the first step in politics. Junior was livid.
“NO! Surprise ... No! No! No! No politics!”
“I’m not going to run ... I just told the board I was. Scared ‘em, I did.”
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