The Bent Page

I should have posted this first but didn’t think of it until later in the day. Charlie’s hobby was painting pictures. He had a tiny studio on the grounds of his “country manor” as he referred to the old Cunuco house by the beach in Savaneta. There he would paint using acrylic automobile paint in an abstract way. He did portraits and landscapes, decorated totem poles and common chairs. To his friends and some of the tourists he would give these works of art as tokens of his appreciation. Here is the one he gave me.

During my tugboat days, I would often times put this little picture in the wheelhouse, beside the compass. It was a welcome sight on cold or gloomy days. It also reminded me of all the good times I’d had with Charlie and my other pals in Aruba. Now it sits on a little stand beside my bed. It may not be a Rembrandt, but it was a personal gift from a man who had style.

Life isn’t so much short as it is precious. Don’t waste a single moment.