Monday, October 10, 2022

Time to let him go

Today, thirty years after his death, I finally released my father's cremated remains - out on a strong outgoing tide of the Hunter's moon - from Siesta Key's, Shell Road, into Sarasota's, Big Pass.  Now a once distant father could be carried far-and-wide across a newly calmed Gulf of Mexico. There he loved to sail.  And, It was about time.

Pages from his 'Rambler's' Log Book.  St. Pete - Havana race, 1956.


 

 

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