Captain’s Log: Stardate 10599.9
Here we are at the end of another year and it looks like this past one will be one for the record books. Between a never-ending war and a never-ending slue of hurricanes, we’ve also seen the decommissioning of one Enterprise and the birth of another (the old Enterprise will be renamed to "Runty Kid II: The Wrath of Luke" and will be moved to Atlantic Highlands, NJ)

As we boldly go towards 2006 and prepare ourselves to watch Regis Philbin’s ball drop (apparently Dick Clark’s has finally shriveled up into nothingness,) I find myself looking forward to seeing everyone again and another great season ahead. So much so, I’m planning to spend a good chunk of my three-day weekend reading "Championship Tactics" and then perhaps loaning the book to Richard so maybe, just maybe, he’ll start looking at the water once in a while.

2005 was the year that Sid, Bill and Ozzy joined the crew and all three have exceeded all expectations in their performance on board. They are also a great group of guys and a pleasure to be around – racing or not.

2005 was the year that Dave took all of his foredeck knowledge from a 34-foot boat and applied it to a 40-foot boat. And, after a few failures with that tactic (see past log entries), learned it all over again and has done an incredible job. The title “First Officer” doesn’t come easily and Dave has earned it time and time again.

2005 was the year that Jory came back to full duty after taking a “Fuck The Future” attitude by becoming a New York City School Teacher. In all seriousness, Jory has been, and will always be, a valued member of this crew and I have no doubt his students will view him in the same way.

2005 is the year that Kurt decided to throw all this away and head out to lala-land. Amazingly enough, however, he still hasn’t left. Something tells me that for (at least part of) 2006, we’ll still have a Vulcan handling the main and calculating Time on Time factors in his head.

2005 is the year that Mitch finally scared Lefty and Patty off the Enterprise by no longer bringing sushi, vocalized his affection for goats and taking a somewhat eerie interest in my mast bend. Mitch is the one on board always wanting to know more and more. Learning all that is learnable. He’s our V’ger. His skill level continues to grow and I can easily see him, in the future, making a play for Dave’s position or one day a starship command of his own.

2005 will also be marked as the year as the one where I tried to parasail, drove an America’s Cup racer and traded in my truck (so long, Darth Xterra) for a new Pathfinder LE with all the sweeeet options. One such option is the color-screen navigation system that has female voice that tells you to "turn left on South Broadway in one-quarter mile" and the like. Unfortunately, I’ve looked through all the menus and there’s just no way to change the gender of the voice.

So now I’ve got two women telling me how to drive.

To everyone that reads the Captain's Log and to my dear friends, the gallant crew of the Starship Enterprise (past, present and future,) may you have the happiest and healthiest New Year -- may there be peace on the planet (except at mark roundings.)

I’m looking forward to our making 2006 the best yet.