For as long as I can remember, I have always been crazy about being on the ocean. When other kids were playing with trucks and army men, I was playing with outboard motor parts and fishing gear. I shocked my school guidance counselor by breaking a string of “I want to be a policeman, fireman or shortstop”…with the charter boat captain. He, of course, tried to dissuade me, however, while still a teenager; I acquired my Coast Guard Captains License.  I worked as a commercial fisherman through my youth.  My first diving certificate was in 1974 with the YMCA. My brother and I survived a wild diving youth in the northeast Atlantic. A typical outing involved running off-shore to Maine and then returning after dark through one of the most treacherous inlets in Massachusetts.