As The Prop Turns…A BLOG

Welcome to The Love Boat.......Yard?

When you reach the end of the line in America, you end up at the water’s edge, the Pacific beckons all of us shore dwellers. Yes we are different than the multitudinous inlanders that crowd our nation’s interior.

This line of demarcation is rarely breached as our anchors bury deeper and deeper into the great Ventura Reef. The reef collects. It’s collection is diverse and broad. And as a collection goes, the concentrate filters and catches in the boatyard. A collection of souls and individuals who cannot go further west physically, but endeavor to do so in spirit. Look east, no, never, the place where the sun sets is where we want to be. All of us.

So this page is laid down in memoriam for those who stopped and stayed at our reef for now or forever like old Dave Carpenter RIP. There are many to discuss and we will. As the tide ebbs and flows.

8/28/10

Gregg

I have to discuss one of my oldest friends. His name is Gregg and for privacy reasons, I will omit his last name. For those of you who know me, you know him.  I met Gregg in 1985 on the first day of training at Santa Barbara City College’s Marine Diving Technology Program of which both he and I managed to graduate from. Gregg was and is a rebel. At the time, he was living with his girlfriend in Goleta and had just arrived to our little Riviera town(SB) via the US Marine Corp by way of Nebraska. He had no car and no money, but he had god damn spirit and a lot of it. He and I became friends and relied upon one  another during our intense underwater training classes as well as on the granite cliffs of Yosemite and Joshua Tree. After graduation, Gregg married the love of his life(not the girl in Goleta) and moved onto a boat which he had purchased with her. I went off to more college and did not hear or see Gregg for some six or seven years later.