Ken Davis of Estero, Florida, breezin’ along with the breeze. By Paul Goldfinger. 2013 Re-post.
We met Ken Davis at the Causeway Islands Park which stretches from Ft. Myers to Sanibel Island. It is a remarkable park where you can just pull over and drive onto the beach. We saw Ken pull his 4-wheel drive up to edge of the Gulf of Mexico. His car was filled with wind-sailing gear.
It took him quite a while to put his wind-sail together. It was a breezy afternoon, but he shook his head and said that there wasn’t enough wind to get a really good result. Nevertheless, he got on board and aimed for Cuba. But a short while later he returned toward shore and then headed out again. That’s when I got this shot.
Ken is a “local” and he was there with some friends who huddled on shore to keep warm. Soon it would be sunset, but we were gone after getting this photo. Ken was still cruisin’ around when we departed. Sunsets are corny, but you already know that. —Paul Goldfinger
SOUNDTRACK. Sue Raney
A killer singer, Ms. Raney. She did a week last autumn at Feinstein’s in New York, backed by an incredible jazz trio. Just a great New York night club evening, the kind so rare nowadays.
Brings back fond memories of learning to sail board at Club Med. At the end of the week came the Gold(?) Medal race. A Le Mans start from the beach after chug-a-lugging a cup of rum and your off to round a buoy 50 yards out and back. I got to the buoy first and checked on my competion. In second place was a lovely nymph who had been given lots of individual instruction by the instructors. Unfairly, she was wearing only the bottom half of a bikini (Guadeloupe French beach rules). I kept checking to see her gaining on me, eventually falling off the board. She won the medal, I came in second, but the kiss to her runner up was the prize I remember still.