You must believe in Someone!

Not everyone was as lucky as most of you guys and I.  Really I did have a great childhood and admirable parents. I believe my mom and dad were as honest as they could have been.  I do look back at them and hope I can be close to them in insight and a belief in solid living.

I am sure you have parents or someone that  you have complete trust in. A man and woman needs that.  Someone with whom you can share your deepest fears and worst troubles.  And while sharing it KNOW it won’t be on a gossip route in the morning, or even ten years from now.

It is good to have that someone who will tell you, “Hey, you are getting a little out of touch, you might be over reaching.  You might want to reign in a little, without saying, ‘THAT WOULD BE A STUPID THING TO DO!’”

It is good to have that person you can disagree with and still be the best of friends. I have said this before, but it bears repeating for me. At my friend Sonny’s funeral I was a pall bearer. As we took the casket out of the hearse, I told the others, “Boys we are burying a special person, if in your life you told this man something in private, it is  in this box, he never dropped a trust.” He was my special friend. Of course I still miss him everyday.

It is good to have a wife or husband you can share everything with. For sure my Sherry is my best friend and wife, I like and love that girl.

We have walked and talked through some very serious family problems, we have a good family, but it has not been without serious childhood and adult problems.

I have known guys who could not tell their wives their feelings, fears and plans. They lived daily, each one going their own way, that is just not us.

I remember once in the Dakotas camping. The subject of living on a Sail boat (one of my dreams) came up around the campfire. One man laughingly said, “You had better love your wife, because neither of you are going off on a walk out on the deep blue.”

Sailing, another of my dreams that will not be, and it is too late to learn all the rules. Plus there is actually too much piracy now.

I was just thinking of confidants tonight. I hope you have one.  If not………….

Nite Shipslog

PS:

As a kid, my dog  Ace would listen to all my ideas and problems. I think he understood this kid.

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1939 Delage (borrowed from Sonya’s Blog), the year I discovered America

The first car I remember my dad having.