ON THE OFFICIAL NOTICE BOARD, in the space designated for crew-wanted or crew-available notices, there’s a solitary offering: A neatly penned note from someone with experience in all positions. With each passing day of Quantum Key West Race Week, however, its edges curl, the ink fades, and, like an ignored parking ticket under a windshield wiper, the note eventually gets swept away.
Sorry, nobody’s looking.
In the heydays of Key West Race Week, I’m told, that would’ve never happened. Back when the big boats rolled into town from the feeders, there were plenty of good sailors loitering, most of them looking for a ride. You could yank a guy off his bar stool at Sloppy Joe’s and be fine.
Getting on a boat, even for a day, is damn near…
