Welcome to SailLanier

Thank you for stopping by SailLanier.Com. I found the idea for this site, literally (I’ll explain later), in the bottom of a bottle of Mount Gay. Or was it Black Seal? No, No, it was Mount Gay. I remember it now because I can recall the label on the bottle being upside down, which did not provide my state of mind any comfort about half way through the bottle.

Anyway, I thought to myself, self, it is time the lake had a website, that covered our sailing community in a more comprehensive manner. A site local sailors could go to that would have a nice clean look, be informative, and maybe from time to time a bit entertaining. In short, a site that has you guys covered.

Well as ideas started to fill my already crowded head, I reached for the Mount Gay only to realize my last trip to the well left it dry. “Damn!” I said aloud. Deeply saddened by the moment, I picked the bottle up and looked through the mouth of the bottle just to make sure there wasn't some hiding in a corner somewhere. After confirming the worse, I began to look through the bottle like a telescope. Through the makeshift lens at the bottle’s bottom I looked around my home office, when all of a sudden a distorted image tried to come into focus. Switching the bottle to my good eye (every sailor should have one), I was able to make out something I had written down years ago on a post-it note. It simply said “Sail Lanier”.

“That’s it. That’s the name of the site”, I said to myself.

It had been on that idea board for probably 3-4 years and I had completely forgotten about it. Forgotten about it until now that is. Excited with a fresh set of ideas, I continued to search my office with my makeshift telescope for anything else that may have been hiding. When from nowhere, a startling voice broke the concentration of my exploration.

“Kirk! What the hell are you doing?”

I quickly turned to see my wife, standing there with a concerned look on her face and the old hands on the hips posture.

“Well, dear…” I started. But before I could finish she just threw her hands up in the air and left saying something to the effect of, “You and your damn rum. Sometimes I don’t know who you love more, me or…”

While her voiced faded away as she stormed to the other side of the house, I quickly realized her interruption was a welcomed distraction. I had work to do.

Kirk Jockell
SailLanier