I imagine that when you picture the Yachting staff hard at work (which, of course, you do all the time — in fact, it's starting to trouble us), you imagine a dedicated group of journalists, our sleeves rolled up, hard at work. We're in a large mahogany-paneled office where a fireplace frames a crackling blaze, warming a glowing room full of Oriental rugs, lots of half-hulls and leather club chairs. One of us may be chomping on a cigar (not me, I swear!). There's a lot of witty banter among the editors, and I look amazingly like the young Katharine Hepburn … but I dgress. That's the way I like to imagine us working too. The truth is a little more mundane (though our corporate plaza does overlook a nice pond in the distance). What our offices lack in glamour and saltiness they make up for in luxuries like electric power — and losing that when Hurricane Sandy hit the Northeast let me picture us all in much different working conditions.