Some people are born into sailing families.  They learn to sail as children, absorbing the necessary information from fathers and grandfathers.  That would be people like the Kennedys or the Rockefellers.

Other people fall in love with sailing and dream about owning a big boat someday but don't have a diddly-damn clue what they're doing.  Since Daddy wasn't a sailor and Grampapa wasn't a sailor, they have to acquire their sailor know-how the old-fashioned way... by making stupid mistakes.  This is the autobiography of one such man, who loved sailing without a clue and ended up with some hiarious stories to tell as a result.