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.
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...