His Majesty, King Harald the Fifth of Norway. A bloke who loves to sail, even though it’s some petty rowboats with a sheet slapped to something they call a mast.
Sterling Morrison, who was a member of “Velvet Underground”, went to work at G&H Towing in Houston/Galveston after he left the band. He worked as a captain there for many years. Apparently, he was set for life (almost obviously) and didn’t have to work, but he did it because he loved it. He worked there until his death and Lou Reed had some funny comments on it at one of their tributes/awards ceremonies (I dont remember exactly).
Sterling Hayden for Christ’s sake…how can I have missed him!
Hayden was a genuine adventurer and man of action, not dissimilar from many of his movie parts. He dropped out of high school at the age of 16 and took a job as mate on a schooner. His first voyage was to Newport Beach, California from New London, Connecticut. Later, he was a fisherman on the Grand Banks of Newfoundland, ran a charter yacht, and served as a fireman on eleven trips to Cuba aboard a steamer. He skippered a trading schooner in the Caribbean after earning his master’s license, and in 1937 he served as mate on a world cruise of the schooner Yankee. After serving as sailor and fireman on larger vessels and sailing around the world several times, he was awarded his first command aged 22, skippering the square rigger Florence C. Robinson 7,700 miles from Gloucester, Massachusetts, to Tahiti in 1938.
QUOTE FROM THE WANDERER BY STERLING HAYDEN:
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… cruising, it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about. “I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine - and before we know it our lives are gone. What does a man need - really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in - and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all - in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade. The years thunder by, the dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?
I don’t know if any of you mugs know it but Sinatra’s Rat Pack started as Bogie’s Rat Pack!
The name “The Rat Pack” was first used to refer to a group of friends in New York. Several explanations have been offered for the famous name over the years. According to one version, the group’s original “Den Mother,” Lauren Bacall, after seeing her husband (Bogart) and his friends return from a night in Las Vegas, said words to the effect of “You look like a damn rat pack.” “Rat Pack” may also be a shortened version of “Holmby Hills Rat Pack”, a reference to the home of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall which served as a regular hangout.
Visiting members included Errol Flynn, Nat King Cole, Mickey Rooney and Cesar Romero.
According to Stephen Bogart, the original members of the Holmby Hills Rat Pack were: Frank Sinatra (pack master), Judy Garland (first vice-president), Bacall (den mother), Sid Luft (cage master), Bogart (rat in charge of public relations), Swifty Lazar (recording secretary and treasurer), Nathaniel Benchley (historian), David Niven, Katharine Hepburn, Spencer Tracy, George Cukor, Cary Grant, Rex Harrison, and Jimmy Van Heusen. In his autobiography The Moon’s a Balloon, David Niven confirms that the Rat Pack originally included him but not Sammy Davis, Jr. or Dean Martin.
Was Bogart a man’s MAN or WHAT?
Of course, perish we omit THE Jack Lord from this list!
Before Jack Lord became a “Hollywood Movie Star Actor”, Jack grew up as John Ryan in Morris Park, Queens, NY (now known as Richmond Hill) on 125th Street near Atlantic Avenue, and attended St. Benedict Joseph Labre School and John Adams High School. His childhood dream was to follow in his big brother Bill’s footsteps as an artist and to travel across the seas.
During his four years at NYU, majoring in Art on a Football Scholarship, Jack and brother Bill opened their Village Academy of Arts where they directed art courses, and Jack’s intention heightened to follow his childhood dream. In 1941 the Metropolitan Museum of Art acquired two of his linoleum cuts, entitled “Vermont” and “Fishing Shacks, Block Island”.
Until he graduated in 1942, he continued his sea journeys during the summers and then served in the merchant marine throughout World War II.
When World War II ended, Jack spent a year in Persia as a steel worker with the US Engineering Department. Returning home in 1946, he worked for a couple of years with the US Maritime Service in Washington – making maritime training films. This consisted of his being photographed by movie cameras while splicing lines, launching lifeboats and illustrating other duties of a deckhand. After he finished some 25 of these movie-manuals, it occurred to him that acting might be an interesting way to make a living. He tucked a can of film under his arm and began making the rounds of New York theatrical agents. He also began serious study with drama coach Sanford Meisner.
I would love to know which ships third officer John Ryan sailed in during the war, where he went and what action he saw! Nothing on the internet tho…DAMN!
But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade. The years thunder by, the dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Reading this makes me think it might be time to buy another boat
Indeed sir…most certainly true indeed!
Anybody know where I can put my hands on a surplus minesweeper or gaff rigged topsail schooner for cheap by any chance?
[QUOTE=c.captain;87428]Interesting that you add a presidential yacht to the discussion because Franklin Roosevelt was my next entry there.
He had the yacht USS POTOMAC converted from the USCG ELECTRA and surrounded his offices with paintings of ships and ship models. He always was keely interested in all matters to do with the Navy but was often trying to get involved in the design of new naval vessels. Also, the Merchant Marine Act of 1936 was legislation he personally had a hand in crafting.
FDR was probably our most nautically minded of presidents and the greatest champion of having a vibrant and strong merchant marine.[/QUOTE]
The Potomac sure is one beautiful boat.
Hey c.captain great thread.
Take a look at these impressive famous people’s yachts.
and a few more to include some swimwear.
[QUOTE=DeepSeaDiver;185717]and a few more to include some swimwear.
But where are the bare nekkid titties?
Isn’t that the biggest reason to have a megayacht in the first place? Bare nekkid tits everywhere 24/7…
I’ve got an aging Grady White Seafarer with a cuddy cabin but it’s mine, all mine, Bwahaha…
P.S. have not been blessed with nekkid titties yet.
[QUOTE=c.captain;185723]But where are the bare nekkid titties? [/QUOTE]
Are you telling us that the DAUNTLESS is not a chick magnet?
[QUOTE=Lee Shore;185733]Are you telling us that the DAUNTLESS is not a chick magnet?[/QUOTE]
give it time but I intend to get there before I die
He’s more of a metrosexual than a manly man, but Larry Ellison has some pretty cool floaty toys.