Nothing long to this post, I merely wanted to add to the ongoing saga and legend of my late father. The man would have ski boat owners drive at VERY dangerous speeds so he could barefoot ski:

In case you are wondering, yes it hurts.

Boats and water are the first things that come to mind with dad. Not cause he wanted to be a FISHTAB or sail the world or whatever, but because water gave him joy.

The last memory I have with him was on the water. I think he would have wanted it that way.

The poem “the union called him captain hook” caught some of that last moment.