Part One
Part One ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME
As a young child, if I exerted myself enough, the swing in my backyard in Toronto afforded a view over neighboring rooftops to the horizon beyond. I recall with great affection the wondrous day when various family members gathered to assemble the freshly cut wooden beams, seat and aromatic hemp ropes into what was to be no ordinary swing mind you, rather a vehicle to unlimited childhood imaginings and adventure. No doubt seeds of wanderlust and a taste for adventure found their way into my psyche at a tender age. And so it was, perhaps not surprisingly, I found myself at the age of 21 entwined in the arms of a bronzed Californian in Nassau harbor, atop the bridge of a 110 foot sailboat - a Baltic Sea trader to be exact. Mickey and I had met through a twist of fate several days earlier and subsequently spent several animated days ravaging each other’s bodies to a background of various sounds from our locale, specifically the gentle rustling of sailboat riggings and the muffled emissions from the casino on Paradise Island. Mickey embodied the very picture of a free spirit. His persona featured a very fit physique, a mustache, a disarming personality and a red kerchief tied buccaneer style, which if I recall accompanied his every move. Our eventual parting in Nassau would be finite but given the impending adventure I was to encounter, the memory of my virile companion would be stored happily in my memory bank to savor appropriately for all time.
As a young child, if I exerted myself enough, the swing in my backyard in Toronto afforded a view over neighboring rooftops to the horizon beyond. I recall with great affection the wondrous day when various family members gathered to assemble the freshly cut wooden beams, seat and aromatic hemp ropes into what was to be no ordinary swing mind you, rather a vehicle to unlimited childhood imaginings and adventure. No doubt seeds of wanderlust and a taste for adventure found their way into my psyche at a tender age. And so it was, perhaps not surprisingly, I found myself at the age of 21 entwined in the arms of a bronzed Californian in Nassau harbor, atop the bridge of a 110 foot sailboat - a Baltic Sea trader to be exact. Mickey and I had met through a twist of fate several days earlier and subsequently spent several animated days ravaging each other’s bodies to a background of various sounds from our locale, specifically the gentle rustling of sailboat riggings and the muffled emissions from the casino on Paradise Island. Mickey embodied the very picture of a free spirit. His persona featured a very fit physique, a mustache, a disarming personality and a red kerchief tied buccaneer style, which if I recall accompanied his every move. Our eventual parting in Nassau would be finite but given the impending adventure I was to encounter, the memory of my virile companion would be stored happily in my memory bank to savor appropriately for all time.
