A Priestly Squall
I was sailing on the Ross Barnett Lake on a cloudy blustery summer day with two Catholic priests friends of mine. I felt confident I could hold the boat in a steady 15mph wind without alarming my guests. I was headed as close hauled as I could get when I saw a squall line coming right at me. I brased myself for a blast without telling the priest. Well, the wind hit and the boat went on its side. Everyone headed for the high side and I let the boat round up and come into the wind. The sails flapped furiously until I could come about and start a less jarring downwind run. After we collected ourselves one priest said that he was OK with my sailing but had to admit that when we went over all taste when out of his mouth and his left leg when numb. A few moments later I said I needed to confess something to them. They both listened piously when I admitted that I was afraid we would all go in the drink together. It was then I saw the confidence leave their faces and I gingerly sailed back to port.
