Sunday, March 31, 2013
10101. George James Schneider
I've never shied away from the ocean, save for when I was very young and the thought of swimming in the waters of the polluted Boston Harbor just grossed me out. But I've always taken every opportunity I could to be on the sea, whether by ferry, a Coast Guard vessel as a reporter, a lobster or fishing boat, whatever. I've been aboard a few sailing vessels, but could never be considered a sailor.
I envy those people who are. You can tell who's real and who's a fake by the way they talk, by their tans, and by the wrinkles around their eyes. And you can tell by their level of relaxation compared to that of the rest of the world.
George Schneider was a sailor. In fact, he was "A good sailor, a good man, a good mate," according to his loved ones. His stone is even in the shape of a sailboat, and stands within viewing distance of the ships of Mystic Seaport Museum. As I took my picture of it, the Amistad rested quietly at the dock in the distance.
I'd love to claim parts one and three of George's epitaph, but that's not up to me. But who knows? Someday I may claim part two.