A running Captain's Log of the sailing and racing yacht "Starship Enterprise"
Captain's Log: Stargate 11717.5
No, I'm not talking about a Romulan plot to replace/clone officers on the command crew, nor am I talking about that attempt by Klingon spies to lure the Enterprise into the Neutral Zone. No, it was Mother Nature, led by that asshole rodent, the Groundhog.
For well over a week, it was warm. Spring warm. 60s. Trees were starting to bud. Birds were flying around. The calendar said February, but the blue skies and temperatures said April. There was one day it hit the 70s. My car air conditioning kicked on.
And I was smart about it. I gave it a few days to normalize before I got too excited. But the warm days kept coming, and after some time, I fell for it and went out to the Enterprise:
Just beaming back on board was, in a word, GLORIOUS! As I checked systems (solar-charged batteries at 13.4V -- sweet!) and started my punch list of things to do before launching, I thought about how I was going to spend each and every weekend fixing this, building that and just enjoying the sea air.
I even turned on the warp core and connected it to my iPhone's Bluetooth connection. Great music drowned out the whirrr of the bilge pump. Spring is here! And it felt damn good. Until....
The next weekend. 30. Wind Chill at 17. Fucking cold again! Damn I need to move out of New York.
Either that or grab several aerosol cans and spray towards the ozone on a really high ladder.
If only global warming were real. If only. Fuck the polar bears, I want to go sailing.
So, back to waiting - checking my thermometer each day, the forecast each night and dog-earing pages in the Defender catalog. At least I can do some boat-related work in my home workshop, organizing all the parts I need to finish the autopilot and new "Big Unit" install, as well as fashion a new panel to mount instruments and voltage meters for the Main Power and Auxiliary Power banks:
Hopefully Mother Nature will cooperate in the coming weeks so I can get back out there, launch the Enterprise, and continue our voyages through the Final Frontier.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11709.9
Last night, Captain Dave, Ensign Dave Jr., and Lt. Kurt joined my wife and I for our annual Super Bowl gathering - and what looked like, after the first half, to be one of the worst games of all time turned into one of the greatest. Congratulations to the Patriots on an amazing comeback. A good time was had by all, to be sure.
However, I received some sad news this morning -- Art Karpf, skipper of C&C 35 Snow Goose, was found deceased in the water near his houseboat, Off-Limits, at the Glen Island Yacht Club in New Rochelle. It appears Art, 83, who has had many medical issues, had some sort of medical event and fell into the cold water.
Art sailed Snow Goose to many victories in the Eastchester Bay Yacht Racing Association, several of which against us on the Enterprise-A (but we did beat him once.) Some of the most well-known sailors in EBYRA are given nicknames -- for example Vince Nanni is "The Pope", John Esposito is "The Dick", and even I have been known as "Captain Kirk", though I have no idea why. Art was known by several as "The Wizard", either due to his Gandalf-esqe bearded look or his magical ability to to defy all odds and sail a 1970s-era C&C 35 to victories against boats that are much much faster. Perhaps it was a combination of both.
I last saw Art at the wake party for Tony Sklarew. We sat on the couch reminiscing of adventures long ago. On the race course, we were frequently adversaries, but there was always a mutual respect and camaraderie between us - something that I think has long disappeared in the racing world.
Eight bells Art. May your next voyage be filled with smooth seas and fair winds.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11673.5
This past weekend, Ellen and I hosted a celebratory sail on board the Enterprise for the captain and crew of New Freedom (a/k/a the Kotex Krew) as part of my thanks for welcoming me on their boat and a well-sailed racing season. Naturally, we wanted to make the voyage as special as possible, so we decided on a good supply of beer, Romulan Ale, and snacks and then finish it all off with a rock concert by none other than ZZ Top.
However, due to budget cuts, we only could afford to bring in Dusty Hill:
And then, unfortunately, we learned that without Billy Gibbons and Frank Beard, Dusty mainly belts out unamplified Irish sea shanties. Oh well.
Nevertheless, after seeing him on board and after an hour in the car the next day on the way to the Norwalk Boat Show with my trusty iTunes playlist, I can't help but make my first ever (and quite possibly the last) ZZ Top-themed Captain's Log entry. So, sit back, put on your Pearl Necklace and your Cheap Sunglasses....
We left the mooring just before 1300 Hours on a sharp, crisp, first-weekend-of-Fall kind of day. The idea is we'd motor out to the Sound, unfurl the headsail (engage the warp drive) and sail around for the day, no matter how far it takes us. Even if we sailed all the way to La Grange, we were not going to Doubleback.
The first to take the helm was New Freedom's Captain Mark Lasser, donning his brand new, very stylish, fleece jacket freshly embroidered with "New Freedom - 73" on the left chest.
We were all very impressed with the jacket, even the women on board. You know, cause every girl's crazy for a Sharp Dressed Man.
John helped with sail trim while Ben shared his tall tales of sailing through tornadoes on the world's fastest Catalina 30 (La Guardia Airport to Port Jefferson in five hours). I guess that's what happens love takes you downtown and you're just looking for some Tush.
Rob took some great photographs (as shown in this log) and Robb made himself right at home on the foredeck. There was one point when he tried to render the Enterprise's winches useless and tried to prove to all he's Bad -- and he's Nationwide.
Look at him go -- he must be some kind of Rough Boy.
A special thanks to my wife Ellen for all the help organizing the drinks, plates, napkins, snacks and more. I was especially impressed at her balance climbing over this and that while the Enterprise rolled over waves at Warp 6. In a nutshell, she's got Legs. And she knows how to use them. That's right, honey, Gimme All Your Lovin. All your hugs and kisses too.
We returned to standard orbit around 1700 Hours and passed around the rest of the snacks and, yes, it's true, Romulan Ale:
All in all, a great day on the water. In a few short weeks, the Enterprise will be decommissioned for the season and hauled for the winter. And, I've noticed I'm pretty much out of ZZ Topisms, except for, maybe, in late January of 2017 when I head to:
Captain's Log: Stardate 11672.4
It's been quite some time since I've posted another log entry, mainly due to the fact that the Enterprise has not been traveling all that much this season. Instead, we've been spending a lot of time making improvements and fixing some issues that have been on the to-do list for quite some time. The autopilot, or Steering Using Linear Utility, or SULU, has presented a few issues, but with a slight change in direction, I expect that to be fully functional by Spring and working seamlessly with a new "Big Unit" which it will communicate with. I've also installed a new 40-Watt solar panel and all I can say is, wow, what took me so long?
Simply put, the Enterprise is better than ever.
So what else has been going on? After months of wound care, I was finally able to start racing again. And, to make sure I didn't suffer any further issues with the leg, I chose to go with a non-spinnaker boat -- New Freedom.
No -- not THAT New Freedom. But, to be perfectly honest, after just one week of being back on the water, I did feel reborn, renewed and fresh. You know, kinda like this:
Maybe it IS that New Freedom. Those product development scientists at Kotex just changed the look from a panty liner to a Catalina 34:
Of course, it's all pretty meaningless when the entire Wednesday Night crew is all men and all old enough, including me, to have gone through our "changes."
New Freedom is owned and skippered by Mark Lasser, the self-proclaimed "Captain and Financier of the Maxipad" (see, it's not just me) and does a great job of making what is basically a '4KSB' into a competitive beer-can series racer. After one week on board, Mark graduated me to tactician and crew boss, so, much like before, I'm looking for puffs, going to school on Thin Man and Whirlwind, cursing the existence of Wuestwind and yelling at the crew to do things faster and better.
The best part? Every thing that breaks - every line that is frayed - every racing expense -- it's all on Mark now. If you listen carefully, every time something goes wrong on New Freedom, you can actually hear the little Spartan guy on my American Express card sigh in relief.
Though nothing will really ever compare to the crew of the Enterprise, the team on New Freedom is made up of a great group of people. They concentrate, work hard and have a good time. Although I considered, once the leg was back to 100%, getting onto a more action-packed spinnaker boat, I must admit that I'm having a great time with them.
So I'll get on my white horse and ride through the morning dew-filled sunshine in a newly blossomed field of daisies. If they'll have me, I'm staying with New Freedom next season and beyond.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11648.6
With repairs pretty much complete and plenty of gorgeous early-summer weather, we invited some new friends out to the Enterprise for an on-board lunch, a day sail and then a dinner at one of City Island's better seafood restaurants.
The first "problem" was that we brought enough lunch along for eight people. And they brought enough lunch along for ten. We also had a tremendous supply of wine, Lime-a-Ritas, Pina Coladas and Apple-tinis that I kept wondering when the other hundred people were going to join the four of us.
I think we were a few inches lower in the water that day.
After packing up the leftovers -- ALL the leftovers -- we went up to the bridge to prepare for departure. With a wonderful Easterly coming through, the plan was to use impulse power (the diesel engine) to clear the mooring area and take us to the mouth of Manhasset Bay, then turn south into the bay, let our brand new furler line go and sail off into the blue.
Our guests, Joanne and Murray, seemed to be loving it.
"Prepare for Warp drive," I said, lowering the revolutions on the engine and undoing the furling line. A quick yank on the sheet and out the sail came.
A moment of acceleration - that amazing feeling when the Enterprise is starting its jump to warp. Nothing like it in the world, I thought, as a wide grin showed on my face. Here we go!
And then, snap, the halyard on the jib broke and dropped the mighty sail onto the deck and into the bay. Now I know EXACTLY how Captain Stiles felt on his first voyage of the Starship Excelsior: https://youtu.be/mkJ3--2K7yo?t=4m49s
Three of us (my wife, Murray and I) did our best to get the sail back onto the Enterprise and stowed away while Joanne helmed the Enterprise at low impulse drive into the bay.
I went to the mast on the slim hope that the few inches of halyard at the top was somehow hanging out there, but, alas, the entire line was inside the mast. As I pulled out foot after foot through the exit portal, my wife asked, "How do we fix that?"
"We have to find someone to go up the mast, feed the line down and then fish it out of this hole here," I replied, feeling defeated and wondering how I was going to convince foredeck Captain Dave to come out and help me, or even LET ME, winch Ensign Dave Jr. up the mast. Ugh. May be a few days. May be a few weeks. Another delay to our sailing season.
And then, out of the blue, Murray said, "I'll go up."
"What??!!" We only met these people a month ago. "You can't be serious."
He was so gung-ho about it. "Yeah. I'll go up. Let's do it! How high is that, anyway?"
This was when I thought he'd back out. "Sixty feet."
"Great! I'll go! Hook me up."
But what really sent my jaw to the deck was when his wife said, "Yeah! Let's do it! Send him up!"
So, we went back to our standard orbit (the mooring) and, in no time, and with no signs of backing out, Murray was in the chair and going up the mast. Joanne was smiling the whole time and took some photos:
Who are these people???
We actually sent him up twice! The first time, at a little over half way, he wanted back down because the chair wasn't feeling right. And, once fixed, he actually wanted back up again to the top!
Unfortunately, the line was getting caught up a little up there and the consensus among the rest of us down below was to bring him down instead of trying some more (which usually works.)
And then, get this, he wanted to stay up there until it was done. Even after I called a rigger (who may or may not be able to get to it), he offered to come out anytime on Friday and go up again. Again! And his wife will come too to help. And bring food.
Who are these people???????
I guess we'll see what happens with the rigger and whether or not we'll try again on Friday afternoon (Dave, please report to the bridge.)
Either way, we'll be spending more time with them soon. In fact, Joann mentioned she won some free movie tickets and wanted to know if there were any good movies coming out soon that we wanted to see in July.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11641.5
Last week, thanks to the tremendous (and much-needed after my surgery "adventure") assistance from Dave, Kurt, and my wife Ellen, the Enterprise launched with the tide.
Since then, it has been several days of cleanup, organization, teak oiling, cockpit washing, cushion dry cleaning, and battery charging. But most of all, we found ourselves up against the most ruthless and dangerous adversary to ever threaten the Enterprise and the safety of her crew. Left unchecked, it could easily take over the entire ship and have an everlasting effect on the Federation.
The battle against....
After depleting auxiliary power, exhausting the phaser banks and our payload of photon torpedoes, along with Tilex, 3M Mildew Stain Remover, paper towels, and sponges, I am happy to report that we have won -- and the Enterprise is now ready for the season ahead. All that's left to do is put the main and genoa on, which we will do this Sunday.
Now, especially after the "May of Hell", I am looking forward (and aft) to once again explore strange new worlds, new life and new civilizations.... yeah - you know the rest.
I think they said it best in 1979:
"Course heading, sir?"
"Out there.... Thataway!"
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Captain's Log: Stardate 11635.2
It has been, by far, the craziest and most terrifying couple of weeks of my life. Some time ago, I ever so slightly scraped my leg stepping off a ladder while installing a custom closet at Starfleet Headquarters (our home). Thinking nothing of it and using the standard male treatment scenario of "rub dirt in it and walk it off like a man", I went on a business trip to Arizona while my leg got redder and redder.
Ignorance is bliss. But it can also cause you to lose a leg. That was Lesson One. And no, Lesson Two is not "no good can come from coming out of the closet."
My wife finally saw the leg and demanded I go to the hospital. "Demanded" may be too light a word in this case. Maybe "commanded" with the hint of, if I did not obey, wrath, hellfire and centuries of suffering. She did it right, cause it worked, and probably saved my life because of it.
Your wife is always right. Even when you think she's wrong. That was Lesson Two.
The emergency room was close to empty with both the nurse and the on-call doctor saying that portion of my leg looked angry. Apparently it had grown so much that it not only achieved consciousness, but also had emotions.
In practically no time at all, we were talking about being admitted and emergency surgery. And, for a moment, I looked back at ignorance with fond memories. But there was no going back. Terror set in.
After a MRI, the surgery was set and I had a choice: numb me from the waist down or take a general. I think they understood my position when I said, "Knock me the fuck out!"
Luckily (and I use that term lightly - nothing feels lucky about this experience) the infection only got to the skin and the fascia -- and did not get into my muscle, bones or bloodstream. They took a chunk out of my leg leaving a 4 x 8 x 1.2cm hole. I look like the victim of a shark attack, and no, I don't mean Robert Herjavec or Kevin 'Mr. Wonderful' O'Leary.
This was all followed by a week of poking and prodding, along with painful dressing changes, with intermittent hours of boredom, self pity and constant fear of what was to happen next. I've found the seventh layer of hell. It's the fifth floor of Phelps Memorial Hospital.
The one good moment -- hearing someone page "Dr. McCoy, please call extension 3831." Yes, it's true. My wife heard it too.
That's my father visiting, paying close attention to his iPhone -- as am I. Apparently, when I'm not pinching (or not calling my sister) there's not much to say to each other :-)
Any thoughts or dreams of racing this year are lost now until, at the earliest, mid season (but most likely later.) A real shame too, especially after receiving the nicest invitation ever to run tactics and trim on board Mark Lassar's Catalina 34 "New Freedom". I'll be there Mark. As soon as I can, I'll be there.
I'm finally back at home and back at work, eating tons of protein and getting daily dressing changes done so incredibly well by Ellen that she could have a medical degree, and all with the best bedside manner to put every employee at Phelps to shame. (One nurse actually said "You're in a hospital. There will be pain. It's going to hurt. Deal with it." Bitch.)
It'll be a long road to recovery with wound care center visits and pills galore. But, thanks to my wife Ellen, I will be back.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11616.7
It's the end of an era. Just a few moments ago, the following subspace message (email) was sent to the crew of the Enterprise:
If all goes according to plan, the Enterprise will launch in a little over nine weeks.
However, with EBYRA falling apart at the seams, compiled with the constant costs of maintaining a racing campaign, I have decided to not race the Enterprise this year on Wednesday Nights.
Keep in mind: This is not an end, but more like a new beginning — Ellen and I plan to invite you all, regularly, to weekend day sails, weeknight cruises and fireworks events, maybe even an overnighter. It will be a season full of sailing, just not competitively.
Some of you have travelled great distances each week using trains, buses, ferries, subways and parents’ cars to race on the Enterprise, and although I know you were doing it for your own enjoyment, I truly appreciate the effort, sacrifice, and, in some cases, spent “spouse/kids capital” to be on my team. For over 10 years now, the Enterprise-B has been taking us on long voyages, short cruises and some very interesting racing. C&C made a great boat to be sure, but it’s you guys that made her special.
Our voyages will continue. Promise. Beginning this May.
All the best,
Edd M. Schillay
C&C 37+ | Sail No: NCC-1701-B
City Island, NY
The official, on-the-books, reason is that the trophy case is so full that we can't squeeze in one more pickle dish.
And, to be honest, after 20+ years, it kinda is, and it's a pretty big case too -- but in all seriousness, it's just time to start the next chapter. I've been putting a lot of work into the Enterprise to make her comfortable and better the sailing experience on board, most of which is contradictory to the rigors of the racing lifestyle.
It's not just EBYRA (though it has gotten worse and worse over the past couple of years and has lost a good amount of its "fun-factor") and I may not be done with racing all together - OPB for Me! (Other People's Boats.) I really just want to transition the Enterprise from a ship used for the battle of racing to a ship of exploration.
C&C Rendezvous 2016
Captain's Log: Stardate 11610.4
This year is going to be a tough one. Last night, we had to deal with this:
Then, of course, there's this:
But, holy hell, there's also going to be this:
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot! When did that happen? Wasn't I like in my 30's like yesterday? And, yeah, I know most of my friends are over that, but that was their problem. Yeesh!
Next thing you know, I'll be yelling at kids to get off my lawn and buying a bungalow in Florida....
I'll try to keep calm and cling on (or Klingon) to my youth, and what better way to do that than our annual Starship Super Bowl Shindig with my wife and the intrepid crew of the Starship Enterprise (not to be confused with the enterprising crew of the Starship Intrepid - they suck) at our new home on the Ossining/Croton border.
And, by the way, how it got to be our new home all started with last year's Super Bowl Party, after tons of cleaning, vacuuming, garbage-tossing and after my wife painstakingly cleaned the kitchen floor in our Yonkers Co-Op and said, "Hey, we should list this place now." A few months later and a hefty drainage of bank accounts, we are now living in twice the square footage and pleased as punch.
Holy shit. Did I just say "pleased as punch"!? That's an old person's term. I AM turning 50 this year.
Calm down. So what if I'm no longer Original Series Kirk age and now more like Wrath of Khan Kirk age? Kirk kicked ass in Wrath of Khan. I can do this.
Anyway, beaming up to our new home was Captain Dave and his family along with Lt. Kurt, and we had a great time watching a mediocre game filled with mediocre commercials (with the exception of the Doritos Sonogram and a new Captain America: Civil War trailer) and a mediocre half time show (it was really good until Beyonce and Bruno Mars showed up) all while eating enough snacks, pizza and chicken wings that when I burped this morning, my office smelled like Cheetos, mozzarella and buffalo sauce for about an hour.
This is when my wife says, "Ewwwwww. Edd, that's gross! How could you write that in your log?" Ah yes, I know her so well.
Anyway, it was great to see everyone and show off the new digs. Next we'll have my father and the rest of the family up if the schedules ever actually work out.
The best part is that the days are getting longer, Spring is coming, the Enterprise will be prepped and launched, and we'll be back out there. Can't wait.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11602.5
Thought very little of it sailing-related, yesterday I led a small landing party to walk around the Progressive (Insurance, not political) New York Boat Show at the Jacob Davits Center in New York City. We were not expecting much, perhaps a few do-dads and do-hickeys for the Enterprise and some conversations with some professionals about future projects, but it is January, the season is still a good four to five months away, and it's a good feeling to be around it all.
Even if it's fucking $50 to park your car.
So, my wife, Lt. Commander Ellen, Lt. Kurt and I walked around, being constantly shoved by powerboaters, and found some Rescue Tape, some fancy drill bits for removing stripped-head screws, some chemical thingy which keeps your windows and shower doors from getting foggy or "drippy", a kick-ass LED headlamp, and enough literature/brochures to make every bowel movement for the next couple of months somewhat boating related.
And, I did get to talk to some guys there about floorboards, autopilot wiring, and, though costly to be sure, air conditioning.
I also saw a very-interesting possible-one-day replacement for the Enterprise's "Big Unit":
Not just a self-contained GPS, but one that will guide your autopilot to follow your route and a network display that could show radar, sonar, instruments, engine readings, charts (3 kinds), night vision, cameras, and more. Hmmmm. Maybe it's time to unload a few collectibles on eBay.
Captain Dave and Ensign Dave, Jr. wanted to come as well, but, according to Dave, he had to attend (at gunpoint, I presume) his mother-in-law's dog's birthday party.
Yes, you heard that right. Dave had to attend his mother-in-law's dog's birthday party.
Haven't lost your respect for Dave yet? Well, wait, there's more.
He sang "Happy Birthday" at the party....
To. The. Dog.
Anyway, up next is my annual trip to Las Vegas where an Enterprise-C is always in the dreams but never in the cards and our Starship Super Bowl party. Then the rest of February, then March, and then, hey!, it's time to get the Enterprise launched!
STAR TREK Beyond
Captain's Log: Stardate 11586.8
After a fairly simple oil change and winterization of the new Beta 30 impulse drive, the Enterprise has been hauled and is ready for the colder months ahead.
A special thanks to my wife Ellen and Captain Dave for their help in the whole process. Between the preparation, winterization, hauling, power washing and storing, it's one full exhausting day.
In other words, that night, I boldly slept like no man has slept before.
I'm happy to report that there's not a whole lot to be done on board for next year -- everything appears to be in great shape and come April, we'll be ready to slap on some new paint and launch to continue our ongoing mission through the final frontier.
Well, that, and install my new toy, an early 50th (YIKES!) birthday gift from my wife for the Enterprise. I won't spoil the surprise, except to throw out some cool-sounding letter and number combinations like EV200, ACU200, and P70. And, of yeah, look for one of these near the helm next season:
I expect the install to take two or three hours, including the wire runs. And, believe me, once the weather gets warm enough this Spring, I'll drive my car down to City Island faster than a transporter beam. I can't wait -- this will change everything.
So, between now and then, my best wishes for a great Thanksgiving, a joyous holiday and a prosperous new years.
And hang in there through the cold. In just a few months, we'll be back to this:
Captain's Log: Stargate 11578.4
As the Enterprise is awaiting it's winter-season haul-out scheduled for this Friday, I just learned of a status report of one of our crew, Ensign Dave Beaver, Jr., and an injury sustained on the Yonkers Football Field.
Call me a selfish bastard, but I'm just glad it happened there and not on the Enterprise.
So here's a photo of David post-incident:
So, if you ask David what the player that hit him looked like, he will proudly say it was not one player, but three. That they were named Bubba, Tyrone and the other was simply known as "Mad Pitbull". That they weighed 250 pounds each, and most of that is muscle-mass.
And that, with the arm, he still made it to the end zone at the very end of the fourth quarter, winning the game by 1 point, and then carried off by cheerleaders in a victory lap around the field for the screaming fans.
And, of course, that was followed by scholarship offers to ten NCAA colleges.
But, by using the long-range sensors on the Enterprise, we found this image of his terrifying, arm-breaking, scrimmage opponent:
Get better soon David.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11574.2
This past weekend marked the beginning of the end. No, I'm not talking about the recent blood moon eclipses leading to armageddon, but just the end of the season. With October just around the corner, we're starting to plan for winter storage and preparing the Enterprise for hauling. In fact, yesterday, to lighten the load later on, the main sail was taken off the boat.
Looks like we will be out of the water within the next two to three weeks. Then coldness sets in. Along with depression. Ugh.
At least there's the new home to keep me busy. And busy it has -- especially after the "Yom Kippur Kitchen Warp Core Breach" involving duct work, three trips to Home Depot, enough sawdust to clean up a BP rig oil spill, and a $300 contractor visit.
In fact, I've been so busy between the house and work that I completely forgot to put in a log entry recording our adventure to the C&C 2015 Northeast Rendezvous in Clinton, CT - a week-long journey filled with a generous helping of highs and lows. So, here goes:
Stardate 11568.8 - Day One - City Island to Oyster Bay
Not a breath of wind. Nada. And, oh boy, was it hot. July hot. In September. At least when we were powering, we had the benefit of a 7-knot breeze coming off the bow (our momentum), but once we got to our guest mooring at Sagamore YC, it felt like the Enterprise was a few hundred yards from the sun. At about 4:00, the thermal came in, somewhat cooling things off.
But still, what a beautiful spot:
And, what trip to Oyster Bay would not include a great dinner at one of our favorite spots -- Canterbury Ale Oyster Bar. She had the Black and Blue Ahi Tuna and I pigged out on the Lobster Clam Bake. Wow -- sooooo good. And afterwards, we walked the street to see the several-block car show with vehicles ranging from the Ectomobile from Ghostbusters, a 1915 Model A hot rod, a loaded 2015 Corvette, and Ensign Dave Jr's dream car, a 1969 Camaro Z-28:
Such a sweet ride that his father suggested we grab it and he'll write us a check for it when we return.
Stardate 11569.0 - Day Two - Oyster Bay to Milford
A slightly better day temperature-wise (though not much) as the Enterprise cruised effortlessly (thanks Beta Engines) to Milford at Warp 7.2:
This would mark our first voyage to Milford, where we had a dock reservation at the Milford Yacht Club. The staff there were enormously pleasant and helpful -- amazing how much better things get the further East from NYC you travel. And, wow, what a view from poolside:
Unfortunately, the club restaurant was closed (despite the website stating otherwise), but part of the guest service is launch transportation into town. It was a nice, pleasant, trip up the river seeing the sights and waterfront, ending at a town dock where it was a one-block walk to local fare.
Stardate 11569.3 - Day Three - Milford to Clinton
A little overcast and rainy to be sure, but a VERY welcome change from the heat of the last couple of days. We got prepared to go and off we went:
This was going to be our shortest, although also the wettest, leg of the journey, but our plan was to get to Clinton a day ahead of the others and we were going to keep to it. So, after few hours, the rain clouds dissipated, and we were dockside at the beautiful Cedar Island Marina in Clinton, CT:
Ship's store. Hot tub. Pool. Waterfront restaurant. Oh yeah -- Great place.
Stardate 11569.6 - Day Four - Clinton
The rest of the C&Cs arrived (9 boats total) and the party began:
We started the festivities with a pot-luck dinner in the picnic area, to which I added a 6-foot Italian Combo (which seemed more like 10 feet) and a tray of barbecued chicken that surely must have had a global effect on the hen and rooster population.
Afterwards, most of us hopped aboard Captain David Risch's C&C 40, Corsair, for rum, whiskey and cigars, once again proving the stereotype that sailors can drink heavily.
Stardate 11569.9 - Day Five - Clinton
This day was all about relaxation and seeing other's C&Cs, of which, I'm proud the say, the Enterprise was a hit. I think Captain Rob Gallagher of Hanuman, a C&C 30 Mk II, said it best when he got down below to see the interior, especially the Enterprise's queen-bed aft cabin: "Oh F—. I F—ing hate you. I really F—ing hate you.” and then telling others: “Don’t go in there." And then emails later: "We could all just cook dinner and sleep on the Enterprise. Effing thing is big enough to open a B&B."
"Effing thing." I like it.
Anyway, here are some other photos from the Rendezvous, including our group dinner at AQUA:
And a video shot and edited by Captain Nader Dariavach of Aurora, a C&C 40 Mk II:
Stardate 11570.1 - Day Six - Clinton to Black Rock
We all said our farewells and each of us, one-by-one headed out the tight channel to our next destinations, which for us on the Enterprise, was to head back West again towards home, with an overnight stop at Captain's Cove Seaport in Black Rock, CT. A really nice, picture-perfect day:
In Black Rock, which is just a tad West of Bridgeport, there are a couple of yacht clubs, but the "fun" place to go, so I've heard, is Captain's Cove Seaport, a destination at the far end of the river with a fried-fish restaurant, little shops on the water, and live music.
Instead of dining out, however, Ellen and I decided to have dinner on board, listen to the great music and cap the night off with a movie (STAR TREK Into Darkness) on my iPad Air.
Stardate 11570.4 - Day Seven - Clinton to Black Rock
As we prepared to depart for the voyage home, we noticed the wind was pretty high in this protected little marina, so it took some extra effort (thank you Captain's Cove Dockmaster) to get us free and clear from other boats. In hindsight, we would have checked again what was going on in the Sound and, perhaps, stayed an extra day in Black Rock.
The weather started getting rough... the tiny ship was tossed...
This is what it was like in the Sound:
And the wind was up to 50 knots. That's 57+ miles per hour. Out of the West no less -- our direction home. Don't believe me?
It was like living through 6 hours of big-wave scenes on The Deadliest Catch. Water everywhere. We "submarined" over 20 times. Dripping wet was the new dry. Drenched was the average.
And yet the Enterprise went through it, averaging about Warp 6 (6 knots) through the high surf and high winds. And, even more impressive, my wife went through it too, never panicking, even laughing sometimes. Like I said before: She's a keeper.
We picked up the mooring at City Island (Starbase One) around 5:00pm, grabbed a few items that we needed, and headed to shore - planning to get the rest of our stuff at a later date.
Things did dry out and the Enterprise has enough salt left on the deck to put Morton out of business. Thankfully, it will rain tomorrow and clear things up a bit.
All in all, a great trip. Already looking forward to next year.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11567.4
Last night marked our final race in the 2015 EBYRA Wednesday Night Race Series and the conditions were close to perfect -- nice breeze, 70s, and our full team on board (Lt. Kurt beat the odds and returned home from the farm.)
While racing was on our mind, I would not say it was the priority. Down below was a tremendous supply of chicken, salami, cheese, potato salad, a Subway footlong (while Subway's Jared was in prison experiencing a completely different type of footlong,) cupcakes, Twizzlers, soda, wine, and more -- and everyone was hungry. In fact, I think the only reason why we did so well was because the crew was thinking that the faster we finish, the sooner we get to eat.
Kind of like why they have the rabbit ahead of the greyhound racing dogs.
Our start would have been perfect, but the jib got caught up on the mast, and all chances of going Warp 6 at the start line was lost. Nevertheless, we corrected pretty quickly and then tacked away to clear air. To windward was our first mark. To leeward, a spectacular sunset.
Didn't matter. Down below was food.
We were just a tad too below the layline getting to the first mark, resulting in what was probably the ugliest mark rounding of my racing career. Nevertheless, we held our position in the fleet and proceeded at over Warp 5 to the next mark downwind. All was well, except now, without the breeze on our nose, we could all smell the food.
And I know some of the crew wanted to drop out of the race right then. I know it. But we were going to have to wait.
Still, with the second mark just a few hundred yards from our mooring (a/k/a Starbase One,) it was a difficult decision to keep going.
And then, in what was either bad planning or an attempt to stay with the boat beyond the evening, Lt. Kurt's shoelace got caught in the genoa block, inching closer and closer as the jib came in.
Kurt then asked if we could ease the jib a bit so he could get free. And then, in true racing-captain fashion, I said, "No way. We're on the layline."
In fact, I wanted the jib in further. A few cranks and Kurt was going to get A LOT skinnier. But, instead of seeing how sausage is made, Kurt removed the shoelace from his sneaker and tied it to the deck for retrieval after the race.
We rounded the last mark in third and headed towards the finish. At the very end, purely for visual entertainment purposes only since we give him oodles of time, we blanketed and passed a C&C 37, crossing the line in second place.
We weren't back on the mooring for more than two seconds -- the table was out, the food was out, and it was a mad rush to eat things before David Jr. ate it all. He even ate the soggy cold potato wedges from KFC, all while my wife Ellen was talking about the sink-mounted garbage disposal unit in our new home. Coincidence? I think not.
Great racing season, everyone. Of course, the rest of the sailing season still has a ways to go. Plenty of great weekends ahead.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11565.5
With Lt. Kurt still at the "farm", the rest of us ventured out to the race course in near-perfect conditions. With less people on board, there was more for everyone to do and more room to do it in -- and it turned out to be a fun night.
Our start was textbook - at the committee boat, in clean air, and at full speed. Far off to leeward, Sea Castle was messing around with New Freedom and Volcano - a battle that continued a quarter of the way up the windward leg, to the point where both were luffing and avoiding tacking to port, because, quite frankly, that would have sent them directly into us.
I'm glad they didn't. New Freedom could have done some damage. Volcano, a J/24, on the other hand, with the weight of the Enterprise and her traveling at over Warp 6, well, I'll just say it would have been a pair of J/12's.
"Hey! You scratched my anchor!"
Speaking of destruction, Ensign Dave Jr. did a great job running between grinding and helping out his father on foredeck, all while worried about his first two football games on Saturday with the under-practiced Yonkers High School Football Team. David will be playing center against a 300-lb lineman who we'll just call "Bubba". Poor kid. Thankfully, for the rest of us, two good things will come from this:
1. It will end all of the confusion calling out "Dave" and getting responses from the Senior and the Junior. After a few hits to the head on the scrimmage line, David Jr. will just be known as "Drrvrd".
2. After Saturday, David Jr. will look like this:
... a Picasso-esque art piece that my father could sell, therefore increasing my eventual inheritance, and therefore leading us to an Enterprise-C.
The rest of the race went great with an excellent job-well-done by all, especially my wife Ellen who tailed the headsail so well that by the second upwind leg, we were all asking "Kurt who?"
In fact, the biggest mistakes of the night belonged to me - a bad release of the headsail and the final leg where I lost all bearings of where we were and where we were heading... Pole on left. Pole on right. Jibe. Wait. No. Yes. Jibe! Where are we heading? Where's the fucking committee boat?
Where am I? Why am I here? That sort of thing. Great for philosophy. Not so much for racing.
We finished in third place, behind Wuestwind and Sea Castle.
Next week looks to be our final race of the season, with the Enterprise scheduled to be on her way to Clinton, CT the week after for the 2015 C&C Northeast Rendezvous.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11563.6
With only five of us on board and the wind speed gusting to over 20, we decided, instead of racing and getting, as Dave put it, "beat up out there", to drop the mooring, unfurl the jib and head out for a pleasure cruise.
Missing was Commander Richard, who was in Sante Fe and Lt. Kurt, who was taken up to the family farm, where, as the kids were told, he will be happy, have lots of land to run around on, and will play with all the other Kurts in the grass and trees. Also, after his demotion to Bilge Boy Second Class, Ceaser has decided to quit Starfeet.
In nautical terms, we call that:
Alpha! Mike! Foxtrot!
Anyway, so there we were -- bimini up, cushions out, doing Warp 6 all the way past Matinecock Point (and no, "Matinecock" is not Navaho for "Daytime Porn") in a gorgeous sunset.
No timer. No crowded cockpit. No tangled lines. No 27-foot 4-knot shitbox reaching down a populated start line.
No time on time calculation. No committee boat. No pole. No topping lift.
No pinching. No stress. No tactics. No sail ties. No rush to get off the boat ten minutes after picking up the mooring. Nobody telling me to call my sister.
And you know what? It was good. It was really fucking good.
We just sailed. We laughed about ages past and told stories of people and events both on and off the Enterprise -- though, most of them did involve Commander Richard and rocks (Shinnecock inlet rocks, Stepping Stone Lighthouse rocks and, of course, the Crusher incident at Big Tom Rock.)
We got three-quarters of the way to Oyster Bay and, seriously, I wanted to just keep going -- No action. No stress. Just explore. Explore strange new worlds.
When we did finally make it back, we set up some lights in the bimini and feasted on soda, beer, wine, chips, salsa and cookies until we were the last boat in the fleet that still had people on board.
A truly wonderful night. Thanks to Dave, Dave Jr., and Elizabeth for joining Ellen and I on my favorite Wednesday night of the season. So much so, that I'm thinking on how next year will play out even if EBYRA happens to survive another year.
Besides, in March, I'm going to Mars:
Well, my name is. Along with 88,000 other names (so far) on a NASA microchip (http://mars.nasa.gov/participate/send-your-name/insight/) that will be on board the lander on the Atlas V 401 mission on March 4, 2016. Shatner signed up. I figured I should have too.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11557.8
What an amazing sight -- to see the Enterprise floating again with her crew on board ready to go. Down below, waiting for its first run, was a brand new Beta Marine 30 diesel engine with 0.1 hours on her.
After a small temperature issue (an air pocket in the fresh-water system that was cured by a half-bottle of Aquafina - available in fine marine supply stores everywhere,) we were on our way out of the Consolidated docks into City Island Harbor and then over to Eastchester Bay to compete again in the Wednesday Night Race Series.
"We missed you," "Welcome back," "Really happy to see you back on the water," and "hope your new engine lives long and prospers" were just a few of the comments we received over the radio and e-mail.
The Enterprise has returned!
Missing for the night were Crewman Elizabeth and Ensign Ceaser, who both apparently did not have a long enough break from sailing.
Our start put us right in the middle of a very crowded line, but we gained some speed as soon as we found some clear air. Our tacks were sharp, well-executed and fast. I mean, wow, really well executed and fast.
"You guys are doing amazing! Did you crew on another boat while we were out of commission?" I asked.
"Shh. Don't tell him," I heard in a conversation from the foredeck.
As Wuestwind and Sea Castle fought it out for first and second, we were solidly in third around each mark and all the way to the finish line.
A really wonderful first night back -- and not a single comment about how everything was delayed a week and a half while we waited on a new shaft to be put into my bottom. That is, until we were taking down the main sail and Lt. Ellen asked Lt. Kurt if he had a strap on, followed by Ensign Dave Jr.'s Yonkers High School Football hopes to become a tight end.
For next week's race, we will have a special guest crew person, a name-partner in one of St. Louis' top litigation firms, who has sailed in the Chicago-Mac and regularly races on the brown-water Mississippi (which, by the way, has brown water for a completely different reason than why Eastchester Bay had brown water for so many years. Thank you New York City Sewer Department.)
On a separate note, I recently donated $10 to a group of charities favorited by J.J. Abrams, which earned me this badge to place on this Captain's Log blog:
Don't get the wrong idea -- it's not because I care about those charities as well or any of that crap. That $10, besides providing me with a minimal tax deduction, also gives me 100 entries in a drawing to win a walk-on role in STAR TREK Beyond, the next movie due to be released in Winter 2016. So, fingers crossed, you may get to see me on the deck of another Enterprise soon.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11550.1
It's been a very troubling couple of weeks but we're starting to see the light at the end of the wormhole. A new Beta 30 engine should be delivered to Consolidated Yacht Yards on City Island at some point today and, hopefully, the install will not take all that long. It's my hope that we will be back to active duty by next week.
So here's what happened: The Bussard Collector Ramscoop experienced a Level 5 Contamination resulting in a failure of the containment system, allowing anti-matter to unsafely mix with the matter storage system. When the impulse engine was engaged, anti-matter was in the warp coils and caused a breakdown of the verterium curtenide. Since anti-matter does not compress in a subspace field, the plasma injectors failed, resulting in a systemic breakdown of secondary and tertiary components, ultimately rendering the Enterprise's impulse drive inert.
For those of you who did not score well in your Intermediate Starship Propulsion Systems class at the Academy: The salt water pump that assists in keeping the engine cool corroded and failed, letting salt water into the diesel engine and mixed with the oil. Salt water entered the cylinders. Salt water does not compress and when there is water in the cylinders, the components around it will rust and give way - Fuel injectors seize and the mechanics inside break down, resulting in the pistons not being able to move fully inside the engine.
And, for those of you who do not know much about engines: The shit be broke. Be broke bad.
So then came the choice -- do we save a little bit of money to ship the quarter-century-old engine out and rebuild it (maybe to specs; maybe not), also losing most of the season waiting, or bite the bullet and repower with a brand new engine, getting us back on the water within a few weeks?
Expensive? Hell yeah. Even with the heaven-sent assistance from Commander Richard with the finances, I'm probably looking at much less Chef Gordon Ramsey and much more Chef Boyardee. Less trips to Lobster Box and more boxes of Gorton's.
But in the end, the Enterprise will have a new engine that's easy to maintain and should last us for many, many years - at least until the year we start thinking about upgrading to an Enterprise-C.
Many thanks to my understanding and ultra-supportive wife, as well as the support and loyalty of the Enterprise crew. We'll be back to exploring the final frontier as soon as possible.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11548.2
Last weekend, while organizing the final voyage for the late Captain Tony Sklarew, we were unable to get the impulse (diesel) engine started. After a few attempts and some basic troubleshooting with the fuel lines, air filters and electrical, we still had no luck and sent our guests to other boats in the fleet.
We then tried to obtain a tow to Consolidated and, long story short, I am no longer a customer of Sea Tow. Jerks. And Tow Boat US was eager for my business.
So the Enterprise made it to Consolidated on Monday. By Tuesday morning, the news was not good. I asked them to do some other diagnostics, clean some things out and try to get the Universal M-35 running, but, by yesterday morning, the word was:
Today, the engine comes out and we're left with a few options, from somewhat-expensive less-than-perfect and very time consuming, to much more expensive, perfect and, theoretically, a 1-2 week turnaround.
Thanks to an amazing supportive and understanding wife (I'm told most wives would instead take the position of "Fuck you and your little boat too") and some financial assistance from Commander Richard, it looks like I'm leaning towards the best and fastest option -- I'm just waiting for the manufacturer and the mechanic to discuss -- and soon the main engineering room could look like this:
Fingers crossed. More to come....
Captain's Log: Stardate 11544.4
Conditions could not have been better for last night's race on the Enterprise. Temperatures in the 70s, winds in the low teens and blue skies all around. And, amazingly enough, the committee boat was running! Especially amazing since I was asked to tow that rustbucket last Sunday.
Missing last night was Ensign Dave Jr., still trapped at home studying for finals, and Crewman Elizabeth. Joining us, however, were Iris and Ed, winners of a night of racing on board the Enterprise in a silent auction to benefit the Westchester Choral Society. We did our best to make them feel welcome and ordered up some perfect weather.
Our start was textbook and we went to the corner to ride the current to the first mark.
Now, this is usually the part of the log where I get on Ceaser for his lackluster tacking skills, but, dammit, he actually did very well. Kurt too. Somebody had better start fucking up or I won't have a need to keep a log anymore.
We rounded the first mark in fourth place and passed one of the boats on the next short leg. We were going to need to tack quickly to get back up to the third mark again, so Dave did his best on foredeck to get the pole down and clear the sheets. Unfortunately, he dropped the pole right onto one of our guest's feet. It didn't come down all that hard and she was fine, but it's possible it saved me from a cracked expensive companionway hatch.
So, um, sorry, but, um, thank you, Iris.
The final leg consisted of a dying-breeze, tactical cat-and-mouse meets game-of-chicken battle with Stave Pritz on Prevail that should warrant a donation to the ASPCA. Nevertheless, after it all, the Enterprise took Prevail by over a boat length - a victory all in itself.
And during all that, we caught up to Wuestwind, but needed a few more yards of race course to pass them - our bow ended up crossing 3 seconds after theirs, giving us a 2nd-place crossing for the night and correcting into 4th (New Freedom and Saudades -- way back there -- corrected over the rest of us.)
We returned to the mooring and my wife brought out a birthday cake celebrating my final year in my 40s. Knowing how much I love Boston Cream Pie (and, frankly, the only thing from Boston I like, except for, being a Mets fan, when the Red Sox play the Yankees), this was a yellow cake with chocolate frosting and stuffed with Bavarian creme. Mmmmmm. Soooo goooooood.
Awesome wife. Period.
I can't remember having a better cake, even if everyone thought Bavarian was being misunderstood as "Barbarian".
And I don't know if it's a sign of getting old or not, but YRA of LIS, which I'm no longer a member of, just sent me a second reminder of the Third Annual Alzheimer's Regatta, and I have no recollection whatsoever of the first or second one. Really.
Anyway, speaking of birthdays: Tomorrow, Stardate 11544.7, marks the 10th Anniversary of the commissioning of the Enterprise-B:
Thanks to all for some great memories on board and off.
Captain's Log: Stardate 11542.5
The evening started last night with all of us realizing we weren't wearing as many layers as we should have been. It's June! Why the fuck is it in the 50s!? It was colder last night than when we were getting the boat ready two months ago. I think we need to get out some aerosol cans from the 70s and start spraying again towards the ozone layer. A little solar radiation would be more than welcome right about now.
We headed out to the starting area and, as expected, the new EBYRA committee boat was being towed out to the starting area. What a proud moment for EBYRA.
They anchored and set the line in the near-perfect racing conditions (with the exception of air temperature-- brrrr) of 13-15 knots of breeze and clear skies all around, so, naturally, what does the EBYRA committee do? Postpone, of course.
Luckily, the postponement didn't last too long and racing began. Our course was K-L-K -- an excellent choice for most of our division. Missing for the evening was Crewman Elizabeth and Ensign David Jr., who was stuck at home studying for an art appreciation exam, which we all took to mean he was looking at boobs of 18th century babes.
And people ask me why my father is an art dealer....
Let me put it this way - he named his boat Great American Nude and then could not understand why it may offend his wife, his daughter, his grandchildren and members of his yacht club if he included the girl's nipple in the boat graphics.
Anyway, without the boy wonder, Ensign Ceaser was going to have to return to genoa handling, and, for a while there, I couldn't tell who was more discouraged about it, him or me. But, with a little guidance and assistance from Foredeck Captain Dave, our tacks became better and better, even in the building breeze on the first leg. We rounded the first mark in third place and turned towards the second. What was originally going to be a wing-on-wing leg was now a reach thanks to a wind shift -- the Enterprise's fastest point of sail. Another gust and....
Warp 7.7! Sweet. We were holding our own against spinnaker boats on the same point of sail.
Of course, so were the two boats that rounded ahead of us. Nevertheless, it was a great ride.
We rounded the second mark and, despite a few short tacks at the end to get around the point, the leg was practically a fetch. No opportunities to gain any ground.
We crossed the finish line in third and corrected into fourth.
Once back at the mooring, we dined on tortilla chips, Oreos and margarita mix. Lt. Kurt, after checking his blood-pressure sodium diet guide, asked, "Are these whole wheat chips?"
Yeah, cause we're THAT health conscience.
The general rule on board is why shoot for 6-pack abs when you can (for much less effort) have the full keg?
Captain's Log: Stardate 11542.2
This morning, I received another red-alert voicemail from EBYRA's Principal Race Officer, Eben. Despite that EBYRA spent big money to purchase a new(er) committee boat with two engines so they have a back-up in case one engine fails, Eben reports that both engines failed last night and the committee boat is stuck on a mooring awaiting a mechanic.
He then asked that, in case a mechanic can't come or fix the problem today, can he depend on the Enterprise?
You just can't make this shit up.
So I called him back and said, "Honestly, Eben, not to be a prick, but last week was Enterprise's week. Just because no race happened doesn't mean we get thrown back into the pool again for this year. We're done. You have 30 other boats to choose from. It has to be fair, you know."
Not what he wanted to hear, but he sighed knowing I was right.
So we are racing tonight -- that is if EBYRA can have a working committee boat. But, as I see it, they have plenty of time to get Hustler or Fantasy Girl into Eastchester Bay. After all, if that's what a rep or Commodore has to do to make sure racing goes on, then that's the job they have to do. But you know as well as I, they won't.
EBYRA is dying.
Truth be told, its downfall is the product of what's going on everywhere. Racing is struggling, yachting is struggling and yacht clubs themselves are struggling. As for the racing part, it's the inconsistencies and unfairness of PHRF, the costs, and the hardship of getting a crew together that is simply killing the sport.
That being said, it's times like these where apathy and attitude will hasten the demise and I think that's where things are with EBYRA. Clubs not participating and reps with other priorities -- no attempt whatsoever to reach out to the hundreds of boats in the Eastchester Bay mooring fields and get them into some form of racing.
There's a consensus among the board right now (at least what's left of them) that "we know better than you" and "what you want is not important to us."
They hold firm to less throwouts, big divisions and complex scoring as if Wednesday Night Racing was the ultimate competitive event. If you look at the scratch sheet, there are several boats that, no matter what, simply have no chance. Fun, right?
As to Commodore John, someone named 'No. 6' stated this on Sailing Anarchy: "John's approach to curing the disease seems to be killing the patient. He knows I wish him the best of luck but I think he would be well served were he to listen to what the sailors in Eastchester Bay want from their beer can series. Rather than listening, his default setting is to ridicule. If EBYRA dies, that will be the reason."
I fully disagree with the last sentence. EBYRA is dying to be sure, but that's due to the issues I mentioned earlier. The problem I see is that John isn't doing anything to save it.
Why would he? He hasn't raced on Wednesday Nights in over a decade. If EBYRA explodes, he loses nothing. Same could be said for Vince Nanni, who now races in Stamford. The other reps? Bob Berent is busy folding up Stuyvesant Yacht Club. There is no rep from Harlem YC. Richie Coar from City Island YC and volunteers like Eben just can't do it alone.
Even if John did want to breathe new life into EBYRA, he doesn't have anyone to help him do it.
By the way, the Sailing Anarchy quote came from a thread titled "EBYRA - DTS? Starfleet Command calls Espo a dead Klingon in under 2 yrs", all based on my log entry from Stardate 11533.2.
And while I never did actually call Espo a Klingon, that did get me to thinking. Overbearing. A superiority complex. Full of ridicule. Borderline narcissist.
And then there's all those episodes where Klingons disguised themselves surgically to appear as humans....
Hmmmmmmm. Is John Esposito a Klingon sent from Kronos to destroy EBYRA once and for all? We'll have to wait and see.