The Boating Adventure

‘No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people.’--Jay Asher, in his book 13 REASONS WHY 

Barbara Reynolds thought of me with a cool, artsy postcard.  From the card I came to realize that the American sculptor, Alexander Calder, was born about a month before my paternal grandmother (Matilde Garcia, b. 8-20-1898).  Calder was born on July 22, 1898, and died in 1976 while sadly, my grandmother died earlier in September 1964.  Barbara wrote the following: 

24 Sept 1998 

Dear Mike, 

The weather is getting nice again.  Oops, so Sept is gloomy again and rain predicted for the weekend, I guess.  I should think about moving to a summer place. 

You are probably now looking at resigning from your job at Charles Schwab & Co.? 

I am closer to getting my paperwork completed for my transfer.  I cannot believe it takes so long now.  It used to be “so easy”.  Ha—Alice Cofield and I got to MOMA-Museum of Modern Art, San Francisco but it was too late in the day to see CALDER’s work.  Here’s THEBOX IN THE AIR postcard by Alexander Calder from 1945.  We will just have to try again.  I LOVE HIS WORK.  David and I had a great trip, staying at a hostel in Sacramento, then a cabin in Yosemite.  Wonderful!  Later. 

Love, Barbara 

On September 26, 1998, Alan and I joined Gloria and Jack for a breezy Hornblower Yacht Day in Marina Del Rey.   It was too beautiful a day to not take advantage.  It was somewhat exclusive with a few other people on board that we didn’t know.  I flashed back to the TV-series, Gilligan’s Island, and I knew I wouldn’t want to be shipwrecked with only these people.  Ha-ha.  Strangely enough, none of the people we met on the boat ended up ‘sticking’ as friends.  One of the ladies was in the cosmetic industry (the one I was solely pictured with).  We kept in touch for a while because she lived in the Marina City Towers Condo Building—but she never kept in touch, so the thread was lost.  This happens sometimes.  

Here are more photos from the boating adventure: 

 ‘When we sit around a table and shoot the breeze with friends, we are inevitably reminded of episodes that happened to us some time back, often many years ago.’--Douglas Horstadter, I AM A STRANGE LOOP