Fountain Lindsey entered middle age but didn't like it. There were friends and family, the cafe in Florida and across from the Gulf, Then his Charter fishing business that took him to sea each day. He, and most, thought it was all a man could want. But there were things knawing at him, things to be accomplished - maybe one adventure left in lfe that would elevate him to where he thought a man ought to be. Only he alone could do it.
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"Maybe I am changing, Huh? Most of these rich fools that I take out are my age. They talk about all the money
they make, their security, what they can play at to pass the time. I'm still working to make grocery money. I'm going to show everybody though. I'm going to do something that people can look back at. Something that people can say, well, he was a little essentric but you have to hand it to him for what he did."
Fountain walked to the stern of the boat and leaned over the back. He reached down and pulled the edge of the masking tape and looked at those on the shore. He looked toward the mouth of the inlet and the open Gulf. He leaned over and looked again at the new name on the sailboat, "Fountains Glory?"