Every morning he took a short bus ride to the factory where he was learning welding a thing to know if you are building a ship. One day he missed the bus got lost and began Walking, took the wrong turn and the vista a new life of adventures opened up. He has done many jobs, like being a cowboy in Montana, a tourist guide in Peru, a short-order-cook in New York and running Errands for the local Mafia. He sailed on every ocean, worthy of its name, been in love a hundred times, yet he hankers most for the girl he met in Honduras, her father was the fisherman Hemingway wrote about. 50 years learning curve, but sad to say he canβt weld two pieces of iron together, and guess what my life has been a hell of a ride