Don’t do this at home, kiddies. Ever. These yachting types are just this side of flaky (sorry, Larry) and this tradition was started thirty years ago by one fellow who got an entire winter’s season worth of varnish and other goo on his stockings that not even Tide, Bold or turpentine couldn’t get out. So, on the spring equinox, he put his stiffies ceremoniously on the dock, squirted the old lighter fluid and – PHOOMPH!! – time to replenish yon burnt stockings at nearest Abercrombie & Finch.