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Monday, January 17, 2011

BCYC Hootenanny 2010 Gulfport Florida USA

I didn't intend to make this video.  I left the good camera at home and was stuck with my ancient Kodak (dx6340 if you must) that suffers from some of the same conditions I do in that it hardly opens one eye in the morning and makes strange sounds at inappropiate times.

This video will likely disappoint those interested in the fine blue grass sounds of the Ibuprophan Band since I didn't find the video button in time, however the Generation Gap has been picked up by Florida Music Videos and are gaining popularity in some pretty far flung places.  Road Trip!

Another disappointment is that the World Famous Cooler Drop didn't film well even though the camera is very experienced the operator sounds like an over-served popular big band leader from North Dakota 60 years ago who may have had a rock in his remaining shoe..... anddaa Onnnnnnnne  ANDA twurp..

The Ibuprophan Band and the Generation Gap are all BCYC sailors who love to play music when they aren't sailing and do a great job of both. 

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Hanky Panky Yankee

As we drove up to the club house on Easter Sunday morning we realized parking was going to be difficult and the noise from the club house indicated an unusually lively party was well underway.

The party was a celebration of life of Henry Kemp. Linda had never met Henry and I only knew him as a fellow Boat Captain in the service of the club's Sailing School. We were perhaps the most uneducated people in the room in matters pertaining to Henry.

My memories of Henry began with both of us looking for the only two extra large life jackets supplied by BCYC Sailing School. Once we were properly attired he’d say “Let’s go have some fun today!” and off we’d go.

Henry was a Hanky Panky Yankee

A microphone was passed around and the stories began with Henry’s niece who called him the “Hanky Panky Yankee” in memory of his many escapades in younger years. Henry and his brother liked to jump off a certain bridge into the river. She said the town cops could never catch them because Henry always had someone in a boat below, or so it seemed until one day it was a police boat stationed below and the young miscreants were detained.

The Neighborhood Improvement Committee

Henry was a bit of a joker as well. One speaker told the story of getting phone calls from someone claiming to be the “Neighborhood Improvement Committee” calling to inform him of things he needed to do to keep his house up to “standards”.

He noticed that the phone calls coincided with the appearance of Felicity, Henry’s sailboat, and one day he decided to make a statement. Knowing that Henry usually sailed alone, the hapless home owner stripped off his clothes in his water front yard, turned around and touched his toes only to hear hoots and howls of laughter coming from Felicity.

He said there was not one place on the entire boat not covered with people pointing and laughing at him and Henry was the most vocal of them all.

A tearful thin man took the microphone

and said that Henry took him sailing on Felicity even though he was a confirmed power boater. I won’t name this person or any others as you may know them, however the story he told us that Easter Sunday continues.

“Go to the bow” Ordered Henry

“Why?”

“Just do it”

“OK, now what?”

“Lay down”

“What for?”

“Just do it”

“OK, now what?”

“Shut Up!”

The speaker’s voice broke as he barely whispered into the microphone

 “That was the first time I heard the water.”

He said Henry explained later that what he heard for the first time in his life was serenity and he had a choice to make. “Henry saved my life that day” he said. And as you might guess Henry’s lessons had more to do with life than they did with sailing.


Henry saved my life

 
We began to notice that nearly everyone who spoke began with or said that “Henry saved my life”. Realization gradually came to us that these were the people Henry saved from drugs and alcohol and that he was able to do this because he was one of them.

It solved the mystery as to why the large crowd was so joyful and sad and loud on this solemn Easter Sunday morning: They were following his advice.

“Let’s go have some fun today!”

-Henry Kemp