boat to race. just four. but my dad of course dug around until he found a rule around the rule. sound familiar to you who served with him in the senate? kids under 12, he found out, especially scrauny little red heads like me, could tag along. my dad found that rule that meshed with his mission. he refused to leave me behind. he did that for all of those around the world who needed a special voice as well. when we raced in foul weather there was lots of salt water and lots of salty language. those experiences not only broadened my vocabulary, sure, but they also built my self-confidence. i saw a lot of his political philosophy in those sail boat races. one thing i noticed was that on the boat as in this country there was a role for everybody, a place for everybody to contribute. second, in the race, as in life, it didn t matter how strong the forces against you were, so long as you kept driving forward. there was nothing to lose. maybe you would even come out a winner. my dad