Farewell Fellow Boater

When the wind blows I am drawn to the lake, to the sailboat.
Any other activity I might be engaged in becomes temporarily less important.

Jerry was the occasional wind surfer I saw out on the lake on windy days.
Several times, after sailing at the lake, I would run into Jerry back at the marina. We would hang out and talk a little while about sailboats, wind surfing, or adventures or projects.

I didn’t really know Jerry well, and yet, as a fellow appreciator of all things powered by the wind, I feel a great loss, as if a family member has passed.

Arthur Doak