I love to share these old photos...I have many. The facts...This is on the glorious Lake George, upstate NY on the dock of my Aunt Virginia and Uncle Jack in an idyllic place called Cleverdale. The photo is on my Dad, right and his best friend Sam. My Father had some sort of sailboat since he was a young man ( he was in the Coast Guard during WW2)...he often shared one with Sam. ( I think of him as my Uncle Sam as I saw him more than I saw my real Uncles. He was a very interesting person...genius smart. ) My Father LOVED a good joke or funny situation. He was always looking to laugh. I don't know the story here but he looks might proud of himself for cracking his mast in half...maybe in a storm, Perhaps they flipped the boat..Maybe hit by lightening...who knows...but for him, it was a great story to tell to his friends. I look at this photo and I think that I inherited this from him...the love of all kinds of experiences, good and bad...it makes us who we are.

How I loved that location...I was in the water all of the time. It was a privilege to grow up in the summers on the Lake. I miss those days but I especially miss my Father.
I would add that my Father never understood my art. He was a painter of landscapes, very naive but he loved to paint...he often would paint plein air in Vermont in a group. ...but he could never understand or accept the abstract and I did not have the time with him or opportunity to try to explain.
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