We all have a special person in their life that got us started in boating, and in my case it was my father. Dad truly believed in the philosophy that “you can’t take it with you,” and got our family started in boating while my brother and I were still young teenagers.
Some of our favorite memories were on their Sea Rays, the Erimark and ski boat Erimark, Jr., which they kept in Beaver, Pennsylvania, just two small lock chambers from downtown Pittsburgh. One of my favorites was when they took eight of us kids by boat to see the Bruce Springsteen concert at the Three Rivers Stadium.
Later, the Erimark grew to be a 34’ Sundancer on Lake Erie, and friends from college would spend weekends on the water with us. I married one of them, who also got the bug for boats at an early age thanks to my father.
Dad later got us hooked on blue water fishing, and we have some good memories from the Atlantic Coast of Florida. Dad had some health issues going into his 60s, and was always glad that his boating years were shared with the family when everybody was younger. In the later years, he favored cruise ships, where he could enjoy good scenery and seafood, while somebody else worried about maintaining the vessel.
Dad, a retired airline pilot, passed away recently at age 70 from a heart attack. We’ll miss him greatly, and this newsletter is dedicated to his honor.