The Next Howard Hughes? (A Tribute To The Man Of Few Words)

Boatman

It’s not every day you come home to a man building a boat on your back porch — not because he’s intent on building a boat, but because (eventually) he’s going to build an airplane.

(Something to do with testing the tensile strength of mahogany before he constructs the wings?)

If you haven’t already discerned, I admire and love The Man Of Few Words (hereafter referred to as TMOFW) and his ingenuity.

Howard Hughes may have built the Spruce Goose, but TMOFW dreams of flying the Mahogany Marvel.  A few weeks ago, I asked what he’s going to name his future aircraft and he replied, “Airplane.”  (As for the boat, it’s dubbed the “Hope She Floats.”)  Such is my practical man.

With a little sweat and a lot of common sense, I have no doubt he’ll be airborne one day.  If Howard Hughes (and the Wright Brothers) can do it, so can he!

Not only does TMOFW continue to work on his dream, he grants huge leeway for my musical/writing aspirations, for which I’m entirely grateful. Someday he hopes to soar (literally), or at least float until our ship comes in.  I’d love to help fulfill his dream.

(Wishful thinking, I know — but ya never know.)

Day by day this patient craftsman builds dreams.  (His, mine, and anybody else who asks for his help.)  Just yesterday I witnessed TMOFW patiently attending to a lovely lady with the onset of Alzheimer’s who needed his expertise on some “fix-its.”  The gentle smile on his face said it all.  His heart’s in the right place… but it’s still on the ground.

As I continue to putter away on my novel and compose music in bits and pieces, TMOFW diligently works on his dream and has something to show for it.  (Once he even painstakingly devised a scale-model aircraft out of a cereal box!)  But, the legacy of service he’s constructed exceeds those of his aviation aspirations — and speaks for itself.

Such are the life and times of one who learned from the “Old Masters,” as he modestly testifies.  No fanfare.  No pretense.

Simply the day-to-day application of what he’s learned on the quest to fulfill his vision — while helping others along the way — including me.

All that lies between his dreams is the deep blue sea…

Deep Blue Sea

Which I expect we’ll be adrift on any day now — in the “Hope She Floats” — catching fish.

Next up, the wild blue yonder…

Of that, I’m confident.

Enjoying ingenuity and dreams,

~ Kimby