This is a picture of me, on the yacht Myrine in Greece some years back. I was at the time a Senior Editor at Yachting magazine, and also Editor-in-Chief of their publication Superyachts of Yachting. How could a democratic socialist leaning writer end up such? As representative of an elitist capitalistic lifestyle?
Well, first, let’s confess, I sailed as a child (see Boats I Have Seen Upon #1,2). Second, when I got this job, it was just the only job on offer to me in Greenwich Connecticut when I was 24 years old. And why was I in Greenwich Connecticut — a world of wealth and country clubs — when I was 24, had no money, no country club, and knew no one? Because, dear peeps, I had been ill, and the doctors advised not to go back to New York City, not to go back to family, not to start a romance, but to move to the town where my new doctor lived: Greenwich.
It was fantastic, being a reporter in Greece on Myrine. At dawn, I awoke and went up to the bridge where a crew member served me yogurt and honey. One night, when we moored in the bay outside Hydra — where Leonard Cohen once lived — we went to shore and I climbed the hillside to a nightclub by the stars. It was still early and the club was empty. Sade’s “Haunt Me’ was playing at high volume — throughout the club and out into the hills where the graveyards with their old photographs swayed, and down into the bay:
Haunt me, in my dreams, if you please
Your breath is with me and always, it’s like a breeze
So should you ever doubt me
If it’s help that you need
Never dare to doubt me....
It was one of the high points of my life. I was alone, I was in a foreign country. The stars were near. The future was mine. Myrine waited for me on the sea. What could ever, ever be better? Nothing.