Welcome aboard the Sailing Vessel Raggedy Edge
MAL and Tina lived aboard S/V Legacy from 1993 - 2002 with
their kids, Broc and Bryan. After moving back to Wyoming and getting
the boys thru some years of college, MAL and Tina have purchased their
second boat, a Southern Cross 28
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Using a trailer made by Sail-Trailers.com they recently hauled Raggedy Edge back to Wyoming to complete outfitting.
MAL is a eight year veteran of amateur motocross
racing from 1976 thru 1984. A couple years ago MAL briefly returned to the sport riding an
old, ghetto 1992 Husqvarna 350WXE. He found the heavy bike and smooth
engine to be actually quite quick around the motocross track. MAL had
hoped to contest the High Plains Motocross Association
Vet class in 2007, but a practice crash resulted in a destroyed helmet,
black eye, slight concussion, bruised shoulders and tweaked neck (no he
didn't break his fool neck, but did get an x-ray to make sure)
MAL was the team manager for the Dogs of Worr paintball team which competed in national events as distant from Wyoming as Tampa, Florida.
MAL works in the Information Technology industry...worked as a web developer back in the DotCom days and currently manages the IT dept for a US based Telco. Check MAL's LinkedIN site.
Tina
also has experience in the IT field having worked for a Macintosh
peripheral manufacturer and managing the after hours computer lab at
the local high school. During the summer months she works full time gardening as well has sanding and varnishing teak from the Edge. In many ways Tina is the most serious sailor. MAL tends to prefer the mountains and dry climates but is always up for adventure.
Garrard Central Record Newspaper article
When she was young I remember Lynda, dad and I going on hikes. Tiny Lynda, though beautiful and charming wasn't known for being graceful. If even a twig was in her path, she would trip over it. I think maybe it wasn't so much clumsiness but due to being so small that she was always looking up to dad and I.
Our childhood friends reminded me of how young Lynda, due to being so short, could run right under the kitchen table. She would dash from table leg to table leg as the bigger kids circled around. She'd end up clinging to a table leg screaming with delight, peering up and out at all the big kids who couldn't maneuver with any speed in her domain.
I'll always remember the tilt of her head, the smile, and the eyes bright with amusement as she'd look at me when sharing something peculiar about the universe or the amusing antics of someone as if just we two were capable of sharing in the hilarity.
Lynda's brother, MAL
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