Sailing the Corporate Seas

Given my predilection to that most leisurely sin -- slothThough I enjoyed those summer nights as a young
-- I must come clean and make it clear that I am notman, I did not truly come to appreciate the yacht cruise
corporate material. In fact, I have tried to make a go ofuntil I had to withstand the withering glances of an
it in the corporate world -- and despite my father'sentire workforce, convinced -- rightly so -- of my
highest hopes, I failed. Granted, it's easy to fall flat onincompetence. Perhaps it was because I could not turn
your face when you father owns the company. Let'sto any friends or family members that night, but I I
slate this to a failure of nepotism and my ownfound myself entranced by the ocean, the breeze, the
reticence to delegate to subordinates who were farway the coast drifted by as evening fell. A tumbler of
more qualified that me. Now, given my utter corporateScotch in one hand, the other gripping the rail, I did not
failure, I must say my six months in the workforce didknow then that what was happening was something
bring me one of my most precious joys.deep, dark, and utter delirious.
My father -- a rather sentimental fellow -- has made itNow -- well...now I write. Not because I have to, but
a tradition to host an annual corporate yacht charterbecause I'm compelled to. So, when a task appears in
wherein the men and women who dedicate eightmy electronic mail box, I have the blessed option of
hours of every weekday to him can unwind andaccepting it as a mission impossible -- or not. When I'm
mingle. This summer wind of relaxation always comescompelled to wax philosophic about cruises and
as a welcome break from the usual pace of business.yachts and drifting about at sea, well, what can I say?
I recall attending these yacht parties as a young man,As Sinatra croons about summer breezes lingering, I
honored to be amongst the best and brightest of myfind myself enraptured and somehow, oddly, a bit sad.
father's cadre. Surprisingly, there was a sharpYes, even raconteurs get the blues. A toast, then, to
difference between attending as a family member asthe boats -- the big boats -- that take us away and
opposed to a lackluster employee.set us adrift on placid waves and heady dreams.