Yep, that’s me… in the yellow trunks, hauling up my pink and white sail, nearly getting wiped out by another windsurfer. I would drive down to the Outer Banks of North Carolina every weekend from where I lived in Richmond, Virginia, and I would slum it the entire time just to spend 10-12 hours per day out on the water. Sailing was my outlet from my troubles back then — a failing marriage, a failing job, no money, the rest of my family had moved out to the west coast, etc. — and spending time on the board in the sun and waves helped to clear my head and get me energized for the upcoming week. This is the only photo I have of myself during that period, and I treasure it for that reason.