Rubbing elbows

We just realized we’re anchored right off the New York Yacht Club. We discovered this as we watched two dapper gents having a cocktail on a modest-sized but very Bristol motor yacht. They were dressed in navy blazers, one with khaki pants, the other with pink. A gorgeous launch picked them up, then made several more pickups through the anchorage. Jack watched through binoculars until they landed at the dock at the big mansion beside us. Google maps told us it’s the New York Yacht Club Harbor Court where a serious party is gearing up.



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2 Responses to Rubbing elbows

  1. Wess Smith

    pish-posh, where are my spats.

  2. David Strife


    Have the launch come round for you and Jack and take a jar of pickles to the Club — Dave’s pickles are must be known to members of the NYCYC…

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