There is also an interesting story behind that story. I was renting a small cottage next to an older couple's house on Nantucket. He had suffered a heart attack and my crew started mowing their lawn out of respect to them. I never charged them, and we became freinds. They owned a condo on a beach in San Juan and wanted to give me a few weeks of staying there. I couldn't find time, so he let my oldest son , who was a Navy pilot and a few of his Navy comrades use it. They had a great time. A couple of years later he made me promise I would use his condo. We made plans to go over Thanksgiving with four of our children. A few days before leaving, John who had his pilots license crashed and died while flying his plane. Of course I wanted to cancel our trip to be at his funeral. His wife would not hear of that and made me promise we would go to San Juan. We went and the kids had a great time, but I still feel the sadness as I type.