Africa and the Fear of God
French Kisses
Subject: Your Review --- "Sailing To The Far Horizon"
Hi Carlos,
I'm curious. What sailing experiences have you had?
jim@azbw.com
Publisher Arizona Boating &
Watersports News Magazine
When I was ten-years-old my brother took me sailing in his old leaky wooden ten-footer, "The Honorable Admiral T. Head." We were out there on the windless St. Johns River for eight hours, back and forth, back and forth, with all the shit and the water-hyacinths for eight hours (Jacksonville had not yet created a sewage system; the river was the sewage system.) I thought I would go bonkers, but my brother --- a stolid sort --- didn't seem to care.
That was the last time I went sailing unless you count as "sailing" the five days I spend on the old French Line Liberté in the fall of 1959 going from New York to Le Havre. Now that's sailing! (French beer! French food! French kisses!)