It is amazing how little some of us have changed in 20, 30, 40 and 50 years.

I think we cute it up for bate. We did eat conch ceviche made with fresh conch we took from the ocean floor which was really delicious. We also caught some really good yellow fin tuna, and ate fresh lobsters because we were there during the lobster runs and were permitted a certain amount per boat (we had two boats in our charter). We all were students or just out of college so we were "on the cheap". We slept aboard the sailboat every night. I think the entire trip was $600 for the entire week both times I went.Did you eat the barracuda? I ask because, despite that my school years of 6th - 12th grade were spent in Miami, I had never heard of anyone eating barracuda. Decades later I ate barracuda grilled with barbecue sauce on a beach in Mexico and it was delicious.
Great picture and a great story, Lyndee. Thanks for posting.Here's one of me circa 1988. That's my younger brother, Sam, to the far left, John, my then fiance', me and my older brother Roger at my university's annual Alumni Weekend in Alabama. My younger brother is one heck of a photographer and is actually a member here in the Cafe'. My ex-fiance'? Well...we broke up shortly after that (amicably; no animosity whatsoever) and the last time we saw each other was 1991.
Last year, however, I received a private message on Facebook from someone with a name I didn't recognize. I opened the message and it turns out it was from John's son. He wrote that John had given him the mission to find me no matter what. So the son turns to FB, finds my profile, and shows it to his dad, who confirmed that I was the person he was looking for. Then he tells his son to pass along his phone number and for me to please contact him. So I call after a few days and spoke to John for the first time in 28 years. And, since February of 2019, that man has called me twice a week, every week without fail just to say 'Good Morning' and to wish me a great day.
Now...before you ask, nooo, there will be no 're-fiance'-ing', LOL!
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However, the photo doesn't include your shoes. Bad, bad, bad!Here's one of me
Great story! Lovely picture.Here's one of me circa 1988. That's my younger brother, Sam, to the far left, John, my then fiance', me and my older brother Roger at my university's annual Alumni Weekend in Alabama. My younger brother is one heck of a photographer and is actually a member here in the Cafe'. My ex-fiance'? Well...we broke up shortly after that (amicably; no animosity whatsoever) and the last time we saw each other was 1991.
Last year, however, I received a private message on Facebook from someone with a name I didn't recognize. I opened the message and it turns out it was from John's son. He wrote that John had given him the mission to find me no matter what. So the son turns to FB, finds my profile, and shows it to his dad, who confirmed that I was the person he was looking for. Then he tells his son to pass along his phone number and for me to please contact him. So I call after a few days and spoke to John for the first time in 28 years. And, since February of 2019, that man has called me twice a week, every week without fail just to say 'Good Morning' and to wish me a great day.
Now...before you ask, nooo, there will be no 're-fiance'-ing', LOL!![]()
Actually, I have one of John and I that does include my shoes - they were black, patent leather with a red stripe along the front. Don't have those, anymore - pity...Great story, Lyndee!
However, the photo doesn't include your shoes. Bad, bad, bad!
Love the story and the photo.Here's one of me circa 1988. That's my younger brother, Sam, to the far left, John, my then fiance', me and my older brother Roger at my university's annual Alumni Weekend in Alabama. My younger brother is one heck of a photographer and is actually a member here in the Cafe'. My ex-fiance'? Well...we broke up shortly after that (amicably; no animosity whatsoever) and the last time we saw each other was 1991.
Last year, however, I received a private message on Facebook from someone with a name I didn't recognize. I opened the message and it turns out it was from John's son. He wrote that John had given him the mission to find me no matter what. So the son turns to FB, finds my profile, and shows it to his dad, who confirmed that I was the person he was looking for. Then he tells his son to pass along his phone number and for me to please contact him. So I call after a few days and spoke to John for the first time in 28 years. And, since February of 2019, that man has called me twice a week, every week without fail just to say 'Good Morning' and to wish me a great day.
Now...before you ask, nooo, there will be no 're-fiance'-ing', LOL!
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Hopefully you enjoyed chocolate to celebrate.Me on a mountain in the Swiss alps in 1960.
I had Suchard hot chocolate every evening, and bars of Lindt chocolate to sustain me during the day.Hopefully you enjoyed chocolate to celebrate.
Ah! GReat story!Here's a shot of my (then to-be) wife and I at the end of the summer of '81. We met that spring and this shot was taken on the trip back from the beach when I took her back to Clemson for the fall semester. It is a scanned image of an old polaroid instant film camera that we had borrowed from someone. When I got back home I quit my job running a commercial fishing boat, started night school at the local campus of USC and joined her at Clemson for the spring semester. We worked our own way through school and didn't have two nickels to rub together but were happy.
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I agree with Karen. Sounds like it worked out very well for you two. And now you're a commercial fisherman in Alaska?Here's a shot of my (then to-be) wife and I at the end of the summer of '81. We met that spring and this shot was taken on the trip back from the beach when I took her back to Clemson for the fall semester. It is a scanned image of an old polaroid instant film camera that we had borrowed from someone. When I got back home I quit my job running a commercial fishing boat, started night school at the local campus of USC and joined her at Clemson for the spring semester. We worked our own way through school and didn't have two nickels to rub together but were happy.
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True love. What a great story!Here's a shot of my (then to-be) wife and I at the end of the summer of '81. We met that spring and this shot was taken on the trip back from the beach when I took her back to Clemson for the fall semester. It is a scanned image of an old polaroid instant film camera that we had borrowed from someone. When I got back home I quit my job running a commercial fishing boat, started night school at the local campus of USC and joined her at Clemson for the spring semester. We worked our own way through school and didn't have two nickels to rub together but were happy.
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No, commercial fishing is long behind. I graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering and worked in the oil/gas/petrochemical industry. Came to Alaska in 2000 to work for the company that operates the Trans Alaska Pipeline. Took early retirement in 2015.... And now you're a commercial fisherman in Alaska?
Good for you. I just remembered your photos of areas where you fish and I jumped to the wrong conclusions.Thanks for the kind comments everyone.
No, commercial fishing is long behind. I graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering and worked in the oil/gas/petrochemical industry. Came to Alaska in 2000 to work for the company that operates the Trans Alaska Pipeline. Took early retirement in 2015.