I grew up right on Charleston Harbor, right across from the Carolina YC. The regattas were right outside my window. I wasn't allowed to go sailing because I don't have an eardrum in one ear and I couldn't get water in my ear. It just drove me crazy. My mom felt so badly for me, that when I was 20, my doctor said, it's healed enough—the thing that was wrong was still wrong, but it was better—he said, "You can go out there now." My mom said, "OK, I'll get you sailing lessons." I said, "I don't really want to now." Which, of course, really upset her, because to her I was still a little boy. But, I said, to hell with it. I'd moved on.