Lettering

Years ago, my sister Lorinda and I sailed to the Caribbean Island of Bequia [BEK-way]. Lorinda’s cancer had returned. We were making a last, grand tour of the Caribbean where we had spent many of our early years. We walked on a secluded beach. There, pulled up on the sand, fishing boats made of stout wood … strongly built, seaworthy, brightly painted and hand-lettered. We stood before one boat with a blue hull and vivid yellow lettering on the side: “I dont fraid that” … just that way … four words that came to be our mantra for the time ahead.