Summer 1966 Dear ***** Kurt was my "Sunday Morning" bartender. Sign, posted out front of Dusty's Red Barn in Naples Florida, read "LAST CHANCE for ALCOHOL until MIAMI". Yes...I stood in line with others who also had--on Saturday--miscalulated their liquor inventory. Kurt's body was adorned with muscles as a holiday tree with ornaments and lights. He WAS one muscle. In an earlier life he caught his wife night-after-night. He, high up on small swing--she, even higher, flying through the air. High-wire circus performers who retired to Naples.
Originally from Sweden, Kurt and his wife loved sailing, and partying so much that I figured about all Swedes did was sail, drink, and fly high under a tent.
Kurt and I became friends, we both drank a lot. However, when Kurt would stop for the day--or night--I'd keep drinking until, well...until somehow, chaos entered the room. In minutes, I fantasized hell into a bright, shining goal instead of a death-dread. Kurt owned a 36-foot wooden-hulled single masted sailboat, which I loved from afar. At his invitation to go sailing without wives for a week, I said "YESSSSS!!!" Reluctantly, of course--grin!
Preparations included 5 gallon gasoline for the small auxiliary motor, 12 cases of beer and 1½ cases Early Times Bourbon. It was a compromise. Kurt believed one case to be sufficient, I wanted two cases on board, ya never know. In my small "personal" case, I hid 3 quarts of vodka--to be on the safe side. I remember some water, lots of ice, and a case of Cola for Kurt. Also some food, about which I remember little.
(So many cases of beer--because if we should run out of water or ice, shrimpers at sea would trade for beer--boy, were they a rough, crude, bunch. Whoo!) Since it was I who clambered aboard the larger boats, made the exchanges, I recall my fears of indiscriminate bodily harm. Involving sharks, naturally--grin! I had never seen much sense in beer drinking. It is mostly water, I figured. In fact it was beer with which I watered geraniums. They were forever wilted. Always thirsty, I guess... One weekday morning at 10 AM we set out, a lone boat in Naples Bay, even more alone out in the Gulf of Mexico. My first real "sail" adventure about to begin. --steveroni
WALK ACROSS TIBETAN BRIDGE IN DAVIERE, PIEDMONT, ITALY
1. Set my affairs in order 2. Make a GoooD confession 3. GO! (Yes, I would!)
For a closer, 1½ minute look, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOrEhjG2nPg (I love the philosophy of the female narrator, who thought of turning back, and she says, "NO! This is like in life, you say 'yes' and then you DO it"
PART THE SECOND
FORTY YEARS AGO, March 18, 1974, at age 40, I drank my last quart of cheep vodka (the kind you can still taste the next day--grin!). And so today marks 40 years of abstinence from alcohol or any mind altering stuff...well, there IS (Thank You God!) COFFEE! Please join me in a prayer to God, for the suffering alcoholic-addict out there who might see her/himself as HELPLESS and HOPELESS...
PEACE and LIGHT, Blog-Friends! Promise I'll TRY to post more frequently b/c it is GoooD for me!
Lucky, a Rhodesian Ridgeback / German Shepherd combo, a "Rescue Dog", owned by Anna's daughter,
a teacher in South Korea. Anna has been caretaker-caregiver for three years. It is a hard day for her.
21 February 2014
Everyone agreed it was best For Lucky to have final rest. Only age five So alive Too young to die (sigh) Cancer struck him down In his leg bone found. Fast moving, aggressive He, never depressive Just ran out of steam (sigh)
So now he breathes his last. It all happened so fast In just over thirty days Dirty cells had their ways Yesterday, kissing him Today.....missing himSO MUCH! Oh, my.... LUCKY! (sigh) Good-Bye. --Steveroni