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Re: Dick Swain..
[Re: Manpot]
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07/27/2016 10:05 PM
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Joined: Apr 2004
Posts: 10,999 Macon, Georgia
GlennA
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Dick was an amazing person. He was VP sales for a major plumbing supplier, Kohler in Wisconsin and I think he knew everybody. He even remembered my father down here in Macon, Ga because he was a golfing buddy of a local plumbing distributor.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. - Mark Twain
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Re: Dick Swain..
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07/27/2016 10:32 PM
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Joined: Mar 2008
Posts: 8,530 Ya never know...
HillsideView
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Ya never know...
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Dick was a true gentleman. Enjoyed spending his kids inheritance.
My foot fits right into my shoe and my shoe will fit right into your...
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Re: Dick Swain..
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07/28/2016 10:01 PM
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Joined: Oct 2014
Posts: 207 East Tennessee
Annoddddd
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“YES HE IS A PIRATE
You could tell the guy was a pirate...He was sitting in a beachfront bar in the Caribbean…drinking rum…oh, and yeah, he had a jaunty eye-patch. With a parrot on it...”
“Every happy hour I saw this man in one of my favorite watering holes on Tortola…It's a bar and restaurant called "Myett's" where the trade winds blow...and seem to blow in a good mix of locals, tourists and just plain wacky characters. Every time I saw the "pirate" he smiled and said "Hi"...
Finally we started to talk...
"Tell me the tale of the eye-patch", said I after buying him another Mount Gay...And the tale he told was an inspiration…
A genetic disease had attacked his left eye leaving him almost totally blind in that eye...and then had started to attack his other eye. The only hope, his doctor told him, was a radical operation...followed by an even more radical recovery period.
For six weeks after that operation he would have to keep his head forward…perfectly still...twenty four hours a day...seven days a week. In pitch darkness.
Our "pirate" had the operation and then told me how he learned to sleep leaning forward…in fact live his whole life for those six weeks hunched forward... He could not move and he could not see.
Finally, he told me, came time for him to return to his doctor's office to have the bandages removed. The doctor warned him not to hope for too much...Even if he had vision in that one eye it might be very fuzzy, said the doctor, "maybe just shadows and shapes."
Slowly, he said, the bandages were unwrapped...but he was terrified to open that eye. He might be blind...He might never see again...He might be confined to a life of "shadows and shapes."
As a tear welled in the unpatched eye our "pirate" said he opened his good eye...and in the words of Johnny Nash yelled " I can see clearly now..."
"I kissed the doctor...I kissed his assistant...and I bawled like a baby", he told me," then I decided to enjoy every single moment of the rest of my life."
At 75 years of age our "pirate" bought his ticket to the BVI's swearing to take in every spellbinding site in that spectacular technicolour you only seem to find in the tropics.
At that moment the sun started to set over Jost Van Dyke.
My "pirate" buddy and I toasted that spectacular scene and he grinned like a five year old.
To me the sunset was beautiful…to him it was a miracle...
The “pirate's" name is Dick Swain...we dubbed him “Insane” Dick Swain. Since that incident he has endured a bout with stomach cancer but now he vows to return to Tortola for more and more months every winter.
Last winter he had the remains of his hair braided with beads. People would laugh and have their pictures taken with him with his pet, wooden, parrot Marty, perched on his shoulder.
We hope to watch many...many ...more sunsets with a true...brave...pirate...”
Excerpt From: Boyes, Malcolm. “Manpot's Tales of the Tropics.” Malcolm Boyes. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright..
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