The Newport of my youth was a working waterfront. fishing boats, commercial boats and yachts co-existing side by side in the same water and the same docks.
Today, the is not a shred of evidence of this life.
I read with interest the windskate story on Scuttlebutt
I have attached photos of my son doing the same thing in 1989. We used different size rigs depending on the wind strength. There are not many new ideas.
A peaceful sunday drive while the volvo ocean race set off for portugal, a 6-7 day race for these boats.
This is in response to those who asked:”Who are you?” It is a least a dimension.Boats have always been a part of my life. Naturally interwoven with the story of Newport.
Quickly done and I should wait to publish it; however I am rather pleased with the way it is coming together. I will post a finished copy later.
One of those vignettes of life. We were to meet Stefan at a coffee shop in Silverlake in Los Angeles. We arrived a little early; I dropped Bernadette and went to park the car. When I arrived at the coffee shop Bernadette had already engaged someone in conversation. The woman had a dog named “Emily”. While the coffee shop had a dog friendly policy there was a man who clearly was disturbed by Emily; especially when she became excited over the attention she was getting. I suggested I take Emily for a walk to let her calm down. When I returned with Emily, it was clear that Stefan was in another part of the coffee shop and we had not seen him. However one of Stefan’s friends saw me walking Emily and said: “Isn’t that your father? and does he have a dog? ”
My daughter, Isabelle is having an art show at St. George’s School beginning tomorrow, with an artist’s reception on September 11, 2014 at 6:30 pm at the Drury Art center.
Grandson number 2 turned 3 today and we took everyone to the Getty Museum for lunch and a visit to the gardens as well as the James Ensor exhibit for us.