When did you meet Mickey?
1983
Where did you meet him?
Atlanta, His office at GMHI
Memory of Mickey
There are few days that rest in my mind as perfect, but the one sailing with Mickey is one of them. I am one of those poor individuals who love sailing but have trouble with wind speed, wind direction, angle of the sail, which rope (line??) goes where. What my father used to call “common sense”. So it was with some anxiety that I set off with Mickey. Miracle of miracles, all the lines were color-coded, so instead of “haul up the mizzenmast, let go the poop line” it was “OK, pull on the red line, let go of the blue one. Duck and cross over to the other side” My first and only time enjoying sailing without it being spoiled by a cloud of worry over what I was supposed to do. Mickey could always put people at ease.
There are many ways I admired and loved him. Other memories come rolling back, but this is the one I remember the best.
