I'm writing this web page 11 years after the fact, so honestly most of
this trip is a big blur to me, unfortunately. All the more reason to document
things immediately, or else you can forget so many moments.
The genesis of this trip- I remember in Fall of '93 talking to Richard
and him saying that he was going to SKIP the FSU/UF game, which was not only our
most hated rival and hot ticket, but our last game as students as well. Richard
and I always went to the games together. I thought "ARE YOU CRAZY?!" He then
explained that he just found out that his dad was moving to the Virgin Islands,
his mom wasn't, and that he needed to get home to find out what was going on.
Ah, I see. Let's take a step back- mid-life crisis can come in many forms.
While some people buy a Carrera, a successful orthopedic surgeon might choose to
buy a $700,000 sailboat at a DEA auction. So for Spring Break '92 we took
Richard's dad's new toy to Key West, and got caught in the " Storm of the
info) ripping up the east coast and almost got killed, long
story...Apparently THIS year we would be following the boat to The Virgin
Islands. That is how a kid on an Army ROTC scholarship from a working class
family got to play rich guy for a week.
Our group having
lunch at some bar in St. Thomas right
after arrival Dr. Henrys is in the middle
Nate through the
sunroof of our ride- Dr. Henrys' Range Rover And if I recall to get this shot
I'm hanging out the side window. Glad no one lost an eye or anything...
Richard, myself, and Joe Paul was a good friend of Joe's from his DC yrs from
George Mason University. The rest are some of my best friends in the world, that
I really need to get back in touch with. Managed to see all three get married.
Nate actually moved to Austin and Joe's parents did too. Almost took a job w the
Dept of Commerce out of school and likely would have lived w Joe's parents in
their basement in DC at the time. Helped get Richard and his wife Susan
together, and have gotten to visit each other several times over the yrs,
including traveling with Susan's family in Austria. Very proud- Richard wrapping
up his residency as a surgeon himself, something he busted his butt for and
never gave up on.
I remember thinking Paul was like a big out of shape jellyfish. Never
make fun of others my friends. Was it the group Trinere that said it best,
"Seasons change, people change..."
roommates of Greenwich Green
Apartments My entire wardrobe this trip seems to have consisted of free
t-shirts from our frat, which only came in XL when I was maybe a M. I guess free
is important in college.
Now underway on
our custom 52ft sailboat Unfortunately this is the only picture I have of Captain Foo and his lady
friend that were along with us.
Ever heard the saying "Young, dumb, and full of cum"? Or is that
something just picked up in the military? Applicable to just about all 21yo boys
I would imagine. This really wasn't the place for Spring Break partying or to
meet girls, so for that we would have been better off driving down the road to
Panama City or Daytona. As someone in their 30's now, how valued would this trip
be? Heck, just the concept of simply getting a few friends together at the same
time often boggles the mind.
One of my all
time favorite pictures
We took the dingy in and hiked up to these ruins, can't remember what
island or site this is. Also remember us going to the Willy T one night (unfortunately it
was pretty dead, but still very cool), and I know I also insisted we go to Cane
Garden Bay since I knew it from the Jimmy Buffett song- and bought a t-shirt
I still have
that book and haven't finished it- Mark Twain's "Following
the Equator," what I imagined to be good cruising reading
Sophomore year I
took a class on sailing, and really enjoyed it, even got really wrapped up with
watching the America's
Cup coverage on ESPN. Much more exciting than watching golf on TV, in my
opinion. So sailing in one of the best places in the world to do it was
certainly a treat.
One of the
boats we started "racing" against Remember late one afternoon we were all
crewing and Capt Foo decided to show off- we were coming into a bay to anchor
for the night and it was crowded with boats already there, and we weaved through
under full sail tacking back and forth. Wow did we get a lot of dirty looks, but
I guess it was some pretty skillful manuevering, in hindsight.
easily the most athletic of our group, but also the most accident prone. If
someone was to get hurt somehow, it would be him. After one excursion the bunch
of us are at the back of the boat taking a "boat shower"- where you sud up, jump
in the ocean, then rinse off w fresh water, thereby conserving a boat's precious
fresh water. So there we are, and Richard has suds all over his head and face
and can't see, so he throws himself over the side. I hear a big CRASH- I run to
the side and look over- Richard is lying spread eagle, eyes still struggling to
stay closed, in the dingy, having gone through the windshield. With probably 330
degrees of boat to jump over, and two-thirds of the planet being ocean- he
manages to get cut up by landing in the dingy. Sigh, what are the odds? And
hilarious once you knew he was fine.
Now that I recall, my first job offer was actually a result of this trip.
I was graduating soon, had no prospects, and Dr. Henrys made a few inquiries- I
was offered a position doing marketing for one the the hotel resorts and would
be living in St. Thomas, but at something close to minimum wage I declined.
Wonder where that would have taken me had I said yes?
Times article Cane Garden Bay info