Kevin Tremblay:  

Another reunion has come and gone and it really hurt to miss yet another as I often wonder what happened to so and so, where they are and what their life turned out like for them... are they happy? Did they live their dreams? You all know what I'm referring to I'm sure... Sometimes the face af someone I passed in the hall at Fletcher that I never took the time to get to know pops into my head and I regret that all the reunions have come and gone without me there. I left the beaches so long ago drawn by the lure of adventure and discovery, both of the world and myself. Dozens of countries later and the desire for adventure is stronger than ever. Where I've been, the people met and the vistas seen only fuels the desire to see what's over the next horizon, what the locals have cooking on their fires and how their lives may change my view of humanity and myself. But ,it all came with a price; that is not really having a place that I could say was MY home. Although my childhood and most all the experiences that made me who I am were spent at the beaches I had to leave to understand where I fit in in the big scheme of things. Fresh out of high school during my commercial snapper fishing days I had the pleasure to work for the great Captain William C. Aley III, First Mate Mike Diorio (Who later married Kim Wood) and a Veteran of the WWII South Pacific theatre named Calvin (who flew 25 missions as a tail gunner in a Dauntless Dive Bomber against the Japanese Navy and obviously lived to tell about it) on the “Restless” out of Mayport. This was the best time of my life (work wise) diving most days at least once to shoot the fish that wouldn’t bite our hooks. We dove on sunken ships (An LST sunk by the Navy was one of my first dives on the Restless and one of my all time favorites), tugboats (Paul Mains was a tug and barge sitting on the bottom like they were on the surface during t...Expand for more