I was setting up my proa at Bantam Lake, Connecticut a couple of weeks ago,  and went over to chat with a couple of guys who were rigging a classic dinghy, a father and son. Turned out the father was an experienced yachtsman and my outrigger got him to ask if I knew about Dick Newick, with whom he had been acquainted. The old fellow was a monohuller and bluewater sailor, and spoke of a time when Newick needed to have some people get a ride on Moxie but he could not be around for it, and asked a favor. The man agreed with some trepidation despite his experience, having never sailed anything as fast as a Newick trimaran.  He narrated a short tale of getting up to 25 knots like nothing, with a passenger suspended ten feet over the water on the windward ama—one of the exciting moments of his life.  Anyway, this will be as close I ever get to the great man, but I have a multihuller friend who knew him well, and he will be feeling this loss—but it seems to have been a good life.—Wade