Here’s a recently discovered photo of Adriana at the start of my three year adventure, cruising to the Caribbean. That’s Henry watching me take my morning swim around the boat.
About this time I wrote a poem about the inspiration for setting off into the wide blue yonder. Here are the first two verses, I don’t remember the rest. Still valid today, probably:
On a restroom wall in Baltimore,
Above the broken sink,
Someone scrawled this message:
It's later than you think.
I took this simple line to heart,
I saw that it was true,
I found myself a little boat,
And sailed the ocean blue