It all started for want of a napkin. It was 1994 and my third summer windsurfing, out of a share house (The Puffin House) on the Great Peconic Bay. Steve and I were wolfing down sandwiches when I managed to get a blob of mustard on my face. I started to look for a napkin to clean up before getting back on the water, when it suddenly occurred to me...
"What's so funny?" asked Steve.
"Me. I'm worrying about a bit of mustard, as if I'm not going to be falling into the water repeatedly in less than a minute. You could put a scoop of ice cream on my head and there would be no trace of it five minutes after I begin windsurfing."
The thought appealed to Steve. He proposed that we in fact put a scoop of ice cream on my head. And as a gesture of puffinly brotherhood, he would also don some cream, even though he was a much better sailor who might not fall until his vision went vanilla.