Coop's Corner

Editor’s note: This month’s missive precedes another in our next edition entitled ‘Get Used to Being in Front.’ “These essays are two parts of the same idea,” explains Coach Coop, who shared this wisdom with The Prout School Sailing Team years ago and continues to do so before the start of each season. “It’s the same philosophy of sailing and by extension, at least in my view, life.” Why this essay? As you will read, and (continue…

Much rum has been spilled, I suggest, over discussions pertaining to “The Perfect Boat.” Most likely The Perfect Boat is the one that suits your purposes, closely followed by the one you have…The boats for folks who like racing, gunkholing, entertaining their mates or ocean voyaging are all vastly different, yet each owner might argue theirs is the perfect boat. Few of us are in a position to create a craft we view as the perfect boat….

By Joe Cooper I have read that the teenager’s brain is only half-cooked, versus a Mature brain. Human brains apparently do not cure until say 25 or so. I think about this in the sense of how we record and process information. And then act on the information processed. Imagine your Christmas shopping date, on Fifth Avenue, Christmas week. The streets are jam-packed with people shopping, armfuls of shopping bags extending out to the sides like an…

By Joe Cooper What was it like when you learned to sail? This is a question put to me by one of The Prout School Sailing team kids a few years ago. I had to stop and think about the answer for a moment. There was nothing like “sailing camp” or instruction for kids in Australia, in the late 1950s through most of the 1960s. It was very much “stick ‘em in the boat and push ’em…

I don’t go to church. Or rather, I do not attend church on a regular basis, as a parishioner. In fact, while thinking about this column, I tried to count the number of times I had been into a church, as distinct from going to church. I got to about ten times. This count does not include four months in Italy after the 1982 Sardinia Cup, but that’s Italy; more like ten a week. My parents were…

Thirteen-year-old Wilson Meunier Mott is a rising eighth grader at Monsignor Clark School in Wakefield, RI. For his class service project, he had a corker of an idea: Sailing from New London to Stonington, CT in his Opti, solo, to raise funds for the New England Science & Sailing Foundation’s Fund a Student Scholarship Challenge, so that New London school kids can get time at NESS. I spoke with Wilson not long after he arrived at the…

I spend a decent amount of time working at the Cruising Club of America’s Safety at Sea Seminars. If you have done one, a hands-on one, you will know there is an awful lot of “stuff” thrown at you in eight hours. In the wider sense, it’s unrealistic for folks to hoist everything aboard. Like I tell the new kids joining the Prout Sailing team, after I’ve been pontificating for an hour early in the season, “If…

I have not told anyone about the theme of this month’s essay, nor have I asked if it’s OK to write on the subject. I have thought about one or the other or both for about a week. All the while, each afternoon we gather to sail, watching, mostly, the smiles and good cheer returning. For most, not all, for some still show the pain they carry. I’m fortunate in that I have a lifetime of hiding…

I usually have a decent idea of what I want to talk about here, a couple weeks before putting bytes to silicon. This month’s column was intended to be on the memories we get from our sailing. This is, after all, the biggest and most important takeaway from our sailing adventures. But then there was Pen Duick losing a hand overboard nano-seconds after starting the last leg of the Ocean Global Race, aka Whitbread Redux. This was…

Not necessarily because I come from a family of scribes, though it cannot hurt, I have been musing on writing a book. For some time in fact. One wise wag once remarked, “If you’re going to be silly enough to want to write a book, write about what you know.” Following that wisdom narrows my content field dramatically. Astrophysics is out, though my uncle was just that. Economics? Nah. I’ll write about Sailing. The boats, the adventures,…