When I lived in New York I owned a sailboat, bought from my friend Kenny who sold it to me when he moved to Florida. Alex and I had a number of sailing adventures on that boat. Kenny had docked the boat at various marinas along Long Island’s north shore. A number of times alex, Kenny, and I sailed out from Greenport and the Little Egypt Marina heading for Block Island, the Monomoys, and Nantucket to name just a few of our destinations. One adventure that comes to mind happened after I became the skipper of the boat. At that time I docked the boat at a marina in Pelham Bay owned by two Canadian brothers, Francois and Jacques. . Alex and I took out a group of friends and acquaintances for an afternoon sail. It was August and a very humid New York day. The winds had been desultory most of the trip which was only from City Island to Kingsport. In the west, over New Jersey I observed dark clouds moving in and asked Alex to lower the mainsail while I started the outboard. Just then the squall hit and visibility went to zero. I told our guests to get below and that everything would be okay. The picture in my mind I have is of Alex wearing his black and red checkered corduroy bathrobe (how it got on board is a mystery) holding on to the mast for dear life while the bathrobe flew around him. In a few minutes the storm abated and we got back to the dock, wet but uninjured. When a few years later I moved to Florida, Alex still wanted the boat which he and his friends enjoyed for several more years. May you have calm seas and fair winds, my brother. “I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky; and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by” John Masefield