On a sad note - tribute to a friend

[BobM]

As I sit here listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons by guitarist
John Williams, I am visiting this board once again in pursuit of
my passion, sailing. I am thankful that we have such a board on
which to post to other fellow Cape Dory owners. However, I am
here this evening getting ready shortly to attend the wake of
a very dear sailing buddy of mine who pasted away last Thursday,
as I write his obituary.

I learned so much about sailing and racing tactics from this
old avid sailor I cannot thank him enough. A man of history,
who saw Charles Lindbergh take off from Roosevelt Field
for Paris as a kid while growing up on Long Island, as the son
of August Belmont's game keeper. Met many unusual people who
made their place in history, aviation and sailing. Later, as a Yacht Broker,
met Mr. Lindbergh again to show him a sailing vessel For Sale.
As an engineer in the aviation business, graduate of Brooklyn
Polytechnic Institute, would design and work on the leading aircraft
of their time. From the gull winged Marine Corsair fighter, the P-47
Thunderbolt, Thunderflash, F-84 Thunderstreak, F-105 Thunderchief
and finally the A-10 Thunderbolt II "aka Warthog".

Humbled by a massive stroke at age 47, survived and fought back
to return to sailing, and win much silver at the behest of the race
committee and sailors physically much stronger. As a septuagenarian
was the most competitive sailor you could meet on the race course,
finishing 2nd place in the Mariner Class National Championship in
1982 against men half his age or younger. Winning numerous local
and regional championships finally retired as an octogenarian sailing
through the autumn of his years.

Here by the windy docks I stand
alone,
But yet companioned. There the
vessel goes,
And there my friend goes with it: but
the wake
That melts and ebbs between that
friend and me
Love's earnest is of Life's all-
purposeful
And all-triumphant sailing...

- Edwin Arlington Robinson
"Octaves"



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[Warren Kaplan]

As I sit here listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons by guitarist
John Williams, I am visiting this board once again in pursuit of
my passion, sailing. I am thankful that we have such a board on
which to post to other fellow Cape Dory owners. However, I am
here this evening getting ready shortly to attend the wake of
a very dear sailing buddy of mine who pasted away last Thursday,
as I write his obituary.

I learned so much about sailing and racing tactics from this
old avid sailor I cannot thank him enough. A man of history,
who saw Charles Lindbergh take off from Roosevelt Field
for Paris as a kid while growing up on Long Island, as the son
of August Belmont's game keeper. Met many unusual people who
made their place in history, aviation and sailing. Later, as a Yacht Broker,
met Mr. Lindbergh again to show him a sailing vessel For Sale.
As an engineer in the aviation business, graduate of Brooklyn
Polytechnic Institute, would design and work on the leading aircraft
of their time. From the gull winged Marine Corsair fighter, the P-47
Thunderbolt, Thunderflash, F-84 Thunderstreak, F-105 Thunderchief
and finally the A-10 Thunderbolt II "aka Warthog".

Humbled by a massive stroke at age 47, survived and fought back
to return to sailing, and win much silver at the behest of the race
committee and sailors physically much stronger. As a septuagenarian
was the most competitive sailor you could meet on the race course,
finishing 2nd place in the Mariner Class National Championship in
1982 against men half his age or younger. Winning numerous local
and regional championships finally retired as an octogenarian sailing
through the autumn of his years.

Here by the windy docks I stand
alone,
But yet companioned. There the
vessel goes,
And there my friend goes with it: but
the wake
That melts and ebbs between that
friend and me
Love's earnest is of Life's all-
purposeful
And all-triumphant sailing...

- Edwin Arlington Robinson
"Octaves"

Bob,
What a beautiful eulogy and quite fitting for an old sailor. I feel cheated in never knowing the man. I think an ancient Vikings funeral would be entirely appropriate for such a man. The departed sailor was place on a sailing vessel that was set adrift in the sea. The vessel, its rigging and sails were then set alight and rendered to ash...swallowed up by the endless sea to ride its currents to eternity.

Warren Kaplan
Sine Qua Non
CD27
Oyster Bay Harbor, NY



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[Marc]

It seem to me that your friend had a wonderfull life. It's always hard to the people who survive, specially when it's somebody that we loved.
Your friend, in a way, he is not really gone, he live in your heart and he is sailing (racing maybe?)somewhere else.

I lost my father 5 months ago, and just wrote to the guys on the board help me to pass this trial. In my case, it's was my sailing buddy too.

The feeling is odd but it's help thinking of maybe someday we will be together again.

Forgive me but i suggest that you listen Louis Armstrong "That's a wonderfull world" instead of Vivaldi.

With all my respect.

Marc

As I sit here listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons by guitarist
John Williams, I am visiting this board once again in pursuit of
my passion, sailing. I am thankful that we have such a board on
which to post to other fellow Cape Dory owners. However, I am
here this evening getting ready shortly to attend the wake of
a very dear sailing buddy of mine who pasted away last Thursday,
as I write his obituary.

I learned so much about sailing and racing tactics from this
old avid sailor I cannot thank him enough. A man of history,
who saw Charles Lindbergh take off from Roosevelt Field
for Paris as a kid while growing up on Long Island, as the son
of August Belmont's game keeper. Met many unusual people who
made their place in history, aviation and sailing. Later, as a Yacht Broker,
met Mr. Lindbergh again to show him a sailing vessel For Sale.
As an engineer in the aviation business, graduate of Brooklyn
Polytechnic Institute, would design and work on the leading aircraft
of their time. From the gull winged Marine Corsair fighter, the P-47
Thunderbolt, Thunderflash, F-84 Thunderstreak, F-105 Thunderchief
and finally the A-10 Thunderbolt II "aka Warthog".

Humbled by a massive stroke at age 47, survived and fought back
to return to sailing, and win much silver at the behest of the race
committee and sailors physically much stronger. As a septuagenarian
was the most competitive sailor you could meet on the race course,
finishing 2nd place in the Mariner Class National Championship in
1982 against men half his age or younger. Winning numerous local
and regional championships finally retired as an octogenarian sailing
through the autumn of his years.

Here by the windy docks I stand
alone,
But yet companioned. There the
vessel goes,
And there my friend goes with it: but
the wake
That melts and ebbs between that
friend and me
Love's earnest is of Life's all-
purposeful
And all-triumphant sailing...

- Edwin Arlington Robinson
"Octaves"

adrenaline@vif.com

[BobM]

As I sit here listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons by guitarist
John Williams, I am visiting this board once again in pursuit of
my passion, sailing. I am thankful that we have such a board on
which to post to other fellow Cape Dory owners. However, I am
here this evening getting ready shortly to attend the wake of
a very dear sailing buddy of mine who passed (pasted) away last Thursday,
as I write his obituary.

I learned so much about sailing and racing tactics from this
old avid sailor I cannot thank him enough. A man of history,
who saw Charles Lindbergh take off from Roosevelt Field
for Paris as a kid while growing up on Long Island, as the son
of August Belmont's game keeper. Met many unusual people who
made their place in history, aviation and sailing. Later, as a Yacht Broker,
met Mr. Lindbergh again to show him a sailing vessel For Sale.
As an engineer in the aviation business, graduate of Brooklyn
Polytechnic Institute, would design and work on the leading aircraft
of their time. From the gull winged Marine Corsair fighter, the P-47
Thunderbolt, Thunderflash, F-84 Thunderstreak, F-105 Thunderchief
and finally the A-10 Thunderbolt II "aka Warthog".

Humbled by a massive stroke at age 47, survived and fought back
to return to sailing, and win much silver at the behest of the race
committee and sailors physically much stronger. As a septuagenarian
was the most competitive sailor you could meet on the race course,
finishing 2nd place in the Mariner Class National Championship in
1982 against men half his age or younger. Winning numerous local
and regional championships finally retired as an octogenarian sailing
through the autumn of his years.

Here by the windy docks I stand
alone,
But yet companioned. There the
vessel goes,
And there my friend goes with it: but
the wake
That melts and ebbs between that
friend and me
Love's earnest is of Life's all-
purposeful
And all-triumphant sailing...

- Edwin Arlington Robinson
"Octaves"

Bob,
What a beautiful eulogy and quite fitting for an old sailor. I feel cheated in never knowing the man. I think an ancient Vikings funeral would be entirely appropriate for such a man. The departed sailor was place on a sailing vessel that was set adrift in the sea. The vessel, its rigging and sails were then set alight and rendered to ash...swallowed up by the endless sea to ride its currents to eternity.

Warren Kaplan
Sine Qua Non
CD27
Oyster Bay Harbor, NY

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Thanks Warren, sorry for the typo in last sentence of first
paragraph. I just came back from the wake and after meeting
all of his family who I hadn't seen in years - I feel better,
such memories. His daughters reminded me of events and things
I had long forgotten. We all laughed and celebrated his life.
One thing I do remember well is that he had a real knack for
writing eulogies, was an excellent writer. Reaching 87 years
old he had the opportunity to write many a eulogy about our
yacht clubs senior members and founding fathers of the club.

Bob
Ranger #144
CD25D



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[javier]

With much respect I post these words written by someone who knew what you talk about...

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

J. Donne

My condolences to all family and friends.

Javier



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[Chris Scheck]

Warren -

did you read about the fellow who wanted a Viking funeral in Oyster Bay, or maybe it was Port Jeff? I saw it in Newsday a few months ago. The town wouldn't let his family do it.

Chris Scheck
RAGTIME CD33
Newport



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[Gary L.]

Bob,

There are many ways to measure the value of a man: Lifetime accomplishments; Benevolence; and friends.

Your eulogy produced all that and more. Your friendship blessed both of you.

Fair winds,

Gary Lapine



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[Warren Kaplan]

Warren -

did you read about the fellow who wanted a Viking funeral in Oyster Bay, or maybe it was Port Jeff? I saw it in Newsday a few months ago. The town wouldn't let his family do it.

Chris Scheck
RAGTIME CD33
Newport

Chris,
I must have missed it somehow. Funny, I moor my boat in Oyster Bay and my office is one mile from Port Jefferson. I guess I wasn't reading Newsday at the time.

Warren Kaplan
Sine Qua Non
CD27
Oyster Bay Harbor, NY



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