our dear Phil...gosh I'm going to miss him. The can of Red Bull..cigarette in his fingers...one barefoot nervously twitching under his Captain's seat, and that gruff coarse voice as he yelled at one of the crew (usually one of the boys). I think he went as he would've wanted...he rang the last bit of life out of that boat before he left..and then he was gone. Everything will start new..and move forward..just as he wanted. Here's to a new season!