Happy Birthday To Me

Oh, I’m not *even* kidding. Not this time.
Developing…
Update, 30-Aug-2006 Done deal. The car checked out on carfax and via the mechanic so I’m big pimpin in a BMW 530i. Am I too old to be a yuppie?

Oh, I’m not *even* kidding. Not this time.
Developing…
Update, 30-Aug-2006 Done deal. The car checked out on carfax and via the mechanic so I’m big pimpin in a BMW 530i. Am I too old to be a yuppie?
Here’s Sam rocking out with Joe King Carrasco on the tall ship Elissa, during the party marking the end to Texas Race Week in Galveston.

Oh. And in case you were wondering… Joe King can still bring it. His crowd surfing days may be behind him. But the guy is a pro’s pro. The guitar was precise and the band was tight. But I’d had a few rum drinks by the time I wandered on to the Elissa. So maybe the nostalgic side of my brain made a brief appearance. Or maybe Joe King kicks ass! Either way, fun evening.
Imagine that you are a 15 year old girl, just 2 weeks shy of your sixteenth birthday.
Imagine that you just over-achieved and placed 19th (out of 60 boats) at the US Junior Single Handed Championship, sailed in Laser Radials. Then imagine that you dominate the Houston Yacht Club Women’s regatta sailing a J/22 against the adult sailors. Let’s dream big. Let’s say you get 3 bullets in three races.
Then for an encore, imagine that you win the HYC end of year youth regatta, and receive the Kirk Arnold Trophy. Then imagine that your coaches vote you the sportsmanship award. Then your friends vote you the Youth Commodore. Embarrassed, you try to to give the sportsmanship award away, but the parents of the other kids will not let you. They make you keep it.
Now imagine for your sixteenth birthday party, you take a group of close friends to see Breaking Benjamin in downtown Houston. Without adult supervision. And then, what if, before the show, you get to MEET THE BAND because they happen to be eating at the same restaurant as you before the concert.
Then imagine, you get a brand new red Ford Mustang convertible for your sixteenth birthday.
Sounds impossible right?
It’s all true.
Well, except the bit about the Mustang, anyway.

Here’s a pic of my daughter during the most remarkable two week stretch of her young life. In the picture, she’s accepting the Kirk Arnold trophy from the HYC commodore
If you found this page while looking for www.bethancourt.com, then you’ve come to the right place. My registration expired, and I’ve got no plans to renew it. Cost and maintenance issues finally got the better of me. So I’ve moved the site to this free blog provider - WordPress.
The content from the old site may never make it’s way over here. There seems to be no way to programmatically transfer the old blog entries. I would have to cut and paste each entry. And that would take me, like, more than 30 minutes. So no way I’m going the that kind of effort unless some one *really* begs.