Hello, I'm Henry.  

Welcome aboard my blog's home. 

If you come along with me, you'll become acquainted with my motley mates and faithful crew:

Experiences, Sightings, Observations, Impressions, Ideas, Reflections, Remembrances, Insights and Commentary.

They, after all, have accompanied me for as long as I can recall. Their tenure has helped me turn my tiller, fill my sails, and transport me over seas to distant lands. Maybe if you take the time to get to know them, a few will do the same for you.

Click this way and scroll along if you please...Enjoy your stay.   

Harold Scott

Harold Scott

Scotty and Kathy 2013

I'm reposting this after I first wrote it on the afternoon after his memorial service.  It was 11:00 am Feb 24, 2016 when his closest relatives and friends gathered for a short and informal memorial service to honor his memory in his hometown of Brunswick, Maine.

In many ways when we first met in Connecticut in 1977, Scotty and I shared a number of common interests. We quickly  discovered we had a mutual love for sailing and education. But coincidentally, I had just started to teach at his high school alma mater in Pottstown, Pennsylvania.  And as a student, he had been the sailing club president, and I, as a teacher, had become the sailing club advisor. 

Me, son Tyler, daughter Kate and Scotty with my windsurfer on my red Toyota truck roof - Medomak, Maine circa 1991

Always quietly approachable and mild-mannered, his all ways thoughtful and insightful consideration and kindness touched me deeply.   I knew almost immediately he was a special man.  His character, charm and goodwill never waned and he earned my eternal respect and admiration. 

The following excerpt from renown poet David Whyte's Crossing the Unknown Sea reminds me of Scotty and his love of sailing and the sea...

This clumsy living that moves lumbering

as if in ropes through what is not done,

reminds us of the awkward way the swan walks.

And to die, which is the letting go

of the ground we stand on and cling to every day,

is like the swan, when he nervously lets himself down

into the water, which receives him gaily 

and which flows joyfully under 

and after him, wave after wave, 

while the swan, unmoving and marvelously calm, 

is pleased to be carried, each moment more fully grown, 

more like a king, further and further on.

– translated by Robert Bly

Scotty, Kathy and me at a sports bar /restaurant in Brunswick, Maine in 2013.

My other blogs about Scotty:

Scotty's Sea Burial

Bathing in Scotty's Spotlight 
(His formal memorial service July 24, 2016 in Bath, Maine)

Miss you, Scotty!

Drawn to the Light

Drawn to the Light