“Our first date was sailing and the second date was varnishing!” That’s what we 
tell people anD however unromantic it sounds, it is the truth. When Whitey asked me on a date to go sailing with him in May, 1988, I thought it would just be a fun day with an obviously fun guy. As a single girl living in San Francisco, the opportunity to go sailing on the bay was naturally on my wish list. As a girl from Utah, I had lived three years in the Bay Area and had yet to be invited on a boating trip on the Bay.
