When I rowed in college, a bajillion eons ago, I held one oar on the port side of a nine-person boat. When we fell out of balance, my first assumption was that the problem came from starboard— I blamed the four rowers holding oars on the other side of the boat.
These days, I row alone in the early morning on Lake Champlain, before the wind kicks up. I row with an oar in each hand – I’m holding both starboard and port oars. So, now if something’s causing the boat to drift off course, I have to figure out how to come back into balance. It’s one of my lessons of getting old— I’m starboard. The problem is likely coming from me.Read More