Uncle Bob was here
28 February 2020
Lisa and I are blessed to have friends and family visit us in the remote and beautiful places we sail. My brother, Bob, visited Uproar for the first time in Fakarava. Bob is my only sibling, 1 ½ years older. We shared a lot of experiences growing up.
Bob and I sailed together as kids but it didn't become the passion for him that it is for me. Bob would visit in Milwaukee and race with us on Veloce and Uproar. He also crewed on some fine boats on Lake St. Claire near his home in Michigan. The year before we sailed away from Milwaukee, Bob crewed on Uproar for the Queen's Cup race, a night race across Lake Michigan. The first place trophy is displayed in Bob's home.
Work and family took precedence and Bob didn't manage to get away and join us in the Bahamas or Caribbean. I invited Bob to sail with me while Lisa was away in Thailand and he made the long journey to the beautiful atoll of Fakarava, French Polynesia. When I introduced “mon friere, Robert” to Liza in Hirifa, she said, “Wow, is he white!”
We went to all the great spots in Fakarava and journeyed to Toau for a visit to Gaston and Valentine. Fakarava South Pass, Tetamanu, is my favorite place in all of our travels to go snorkeling. Bob loved it too. Like us, he marveled at the welcoming and friendliness of the Polynesians.
I could continue about all we saw and did but it was the long evenings where we just sat and talked that I cherish from his visit. Bob announced he would like to write a book about his experiences at Baskin Robbins ice cream store, his first job. Bob worked at Mr. Whipp's store, Town and Country, and I worked at Mrs. Whipp's store, Dorthy Lane. Bob's store was much busier and sometimes I worked there too. Mrs. Whipp allowed us to eat all we wanted, not so at Mr. Whipp's store.
Bob started recording the incidents we remembered in a composition book I gave him. We laughed hysterically about some of the antics we and our co-workers performed. One guy was bragging about the hot date he had that night. We soaked his jeans, tied them in knots and threw them in the deep freezer. He had to go on his date wearing ice cream stained white pants! Lots more to come when the book is finished.
We talked about our kids, grandchildren and reminisced about growing up. There is something about the softness of being at sea, under a star-filled sky that lets one open up. Thanks for sharing with me, Bob.