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    Timing

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    “Bye Daddy,” Caroline paused to call out while she played with other kids in the front yard of neighbor Bernadette’s house in Larchmont, NY, as I drove out of the driveway to head for New Hampshire the day after my divorce from her mother. “I will never forget you,” she added looking me straight in the eye in a most grown up way. She was 4 1/2. I had no idea what made her say that. But I was very warmed. “Thanks," I replied. "I’ll see you in a little while, Caroline,” and drove off with tears in my eyes.

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    Any idea where the shantytown 'Leticia' is in relation to this? (I'm assuming this is in or around Lima.) I was there in 1964. Leticia had a white cross atop the hill and overlooked the police academy.

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    There's a craggy beauty in the water, rocks, and steel panels that seems balanced, I think. Plus the colors and the action. This is a pretty simple photograph, but it seems to say a lot.

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    This kid, Julia, was one of the best c-scow crew I ever had. Fearless, resourceful, determined and always smiling, she'd had only a minimum of sailing experience before getting into racing with me over two seasons. She threw herself into each race and the whole experience was enormous fun.

  1. You have to know that this was Caroline's very first horse show ever and that she'd only been riding for a month. My friend Vi taught her how to ride while I taught Vi's son how to sail. Fair exchange. Anyway, while taking this photo, two things impressed me: this was a remarkably pretty and incredibly cool girl. It gave me pause. She very much was in command with her friend Tigger. They took First Place.
  2. Caroline is a sailor in her own right. She's skippered this 20-foot, cat-rigged, planing hull, high-tech boat on the Great Bay in Durham, NH, as well as once or twice at Lake Chautauqua, NY. She's also skippered a Laser several times off the coast of Maine and crewed an International 210 there as well.
  3. When she was littler, Caroline, seen here providing her own wind and noise that got us to Chautauqua an hour earlier than we otherwise would have, loved to ride on the back of my windsurfer, hanging on right behind me while I sailed it. While at the Langley's on the Great Bay in Durham, NH, she even talked her friend Megan into taking a few rides.

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    Caroline, pictured above, and her friends Christina and Alexandra Smith loved to play in this truck, crawling back and forth through the vinyl-lined tunnel that gave access between the cab and the campertop-covered bed. They'd be at it for hours!

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    That was my 1960 Ford p-u. 100,000+ thousand miles when I bought it for $500 because it had a broken rear axle. We towed it up to my buddy Pete's who just happened to have a spare that fit. Otherwise, it in was perfect condition. Four on the floor, max. 65 mph w/o a pure screaming tranny noise. Dashboard fan for airconditioning. Crawl-through back window into bed with camper top.

  4. Joan was a true gift. She radiated, she sparkled, she savored, she loved. I miss her incredibly. I always chuckle while remembering our many times together. But there also is a great emptiness now. A huge sadness. It won't go away.
  5. Joan was a true gift. She radiated, she sparkled, she savored, she loved. I miss her incredibly. I always chuckle while remembering our many times together. But there also is a great emptiness now. A huge sadness. It won't go away.

    Ice Cream

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    Joan was a true gift. She radiated, she sparkled, she savored, she loved. I miss her incredibly. I always chuckle while remembering our many times together. But there also is a great emptiness now. A huge sadness. It won't go away.
  6. Joan was a true gift. She radiated, she sparkled, she savored, she loved. I miss her incredibly. I always chuckle while remembering our many times together. But there also is a great emptiness now. A huge sadness. It won't go away.

    Sailing

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    Thank you. It is a lovely shot. To be clear, however, I did not take this photo. I'm the skipper here and the photo was taken by the father of the female crew.
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