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Sacramento, California, United States
so salty pieces of coral from surfing Hawaii in the 60's and 70's getting reef pounded living in my body fall through my skin from time to time!

sailing to Oahu

Jimi Hendrix was playing on Oahu. I had never sailed. Surfed Mexico, California, Hawaii! Aw, how hard could it be to sail 90-110 miles from Kauai to Oahu? Piece of cake, right? Remember it was the 60's! This is so bad. We thought we were looking at Kaiena Point,Ohau, knowing we weren't going to make the concert! But at least we were in site of Oahu-wrong! Coy, who had never sailed before, me,who had never sailed before, jeff and Abbott etc. We were looking at the sleeping giant on Kauai! We had done three-sixty's in the night! We sailed on the only tri-marran I've ever sailed on ( except later ) in my life, missed the concert! It was at the Waikiki Shell Ampitheater ( Moon eclipsed . We finally made Nawilwili Harbor! The Skipper tried to give us his boat saying, " It's trying to kill me"! We watched him go stark raving mad not even realising that had we got caught in the channel current we were on our way to Japan! Remember it was the 60's and we were going to see Hendrix. I left out some of the good stuff but I will make up for it later!

Friday, January 28, 2011

leaving San Franscisco-1875

       My personal feelings will remain amiss if I may not place them where they can not come against what I believe to be true.  I left my son as a representitive of our holdings in San Francisco. Wife, daughter and myself sailed but two small days ago, bound for Boston!  They are both below and have released the contents of their most recent meals. They will both adjust, they must.                                                                                                                                                                     My son has survived the absence of his father for years while I found my way back to Ohio. Then we, reunited into the mountains of rediscovery. Our claim was a hard row!  Him young! GOLD.  But refound amonst animals. Mean men.  He, a child, held with all manner of man.
       I,  have left him, stiill, a young man, amongst theives and arbitors of deception.  And yet I not only have trust with my son but have witnessed  his behavior in solving difficult and isolated problems on many levels of the smallest to the highest society;  to what many men of spoiled character but have wealth might consider weak!
      This is not what is bothersome.  He can see what is in the hearts of man.  What is dangerous is because he can: they cannot!  Sometimes the masses of ignorance are driven by liars that have desire for a kind of illigetimate wealth.  Youth fights back to readily. My son has fire.  I swear I also, I have the same.  This does not come lightly.  My son also holds the power and authority of our co-ownership of  the shipping company I am a full partner of from Boston!
       Had I have not come under the wing of Fearsy when I was shanghaid, I would have not survived!    My wife and two children in Ohio and me alive but on, " The Reefer", bound for China with people's laundry?
       I trust my son can handle our business in San Franscisco.  Our home on Knob Hill will remain intack.
He stopped being a child while observing a very simple concept. What does a man want?  He figured it out for himself.  With that understanding a man walks without fear.  In that walk is an honest relationship that demands respect without having to prove or explain it. 
      My son discovered who he is and I know him!  He is a grown man. As yet he hasn't his own family but I believe he will make wrong choices.  It will be a woman of very strong character and internal beauty that will capture his heart.  It will not be for money when she is founded but for love. 
       This is his business.  As mine was mine.  So be it. Times are changing.  I will change with them.  I have a secret goal.  It's not what everyman might desire!  I would like to to see the year 1901.
        Do you think this is much to ask?

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