Ah, summer, the season of the good life. The season of verdant, rolling hills speckled with lazily grazing catt le, of smoky backyard burgers and grilled corn on the cob, of golden beaches replete with giggling children, bronzed skin and the tangy bouquet of salt air and sunscreen.
I hope you enjoyed the summer just passed as much as I did — the months of supremely peaceful early morning daybreaks, listless afternoons in blazing sunshine and smothering humidity, and sublime cool, breezy evenings that last and last, until finally climaxing in a crescendo of crickets and fireflies. For pilots, this is the season of the dawn patrol, and of bumpy afternoons spent dodging towering lines of thunderstorms. For sailors like Dawn and me, it is hurricane season. In June, we…