Rounding the Bend…The Life and Times of Big Red

What do heroes look like?

Certainly not like Big Red, a washed-up 290 pound Vietnam vet and ex-Mississippi River towboat pilot haunted by his past. There’s no ‘S’ on his huge chest, no cape on his back. He’s certainly no hero.

Or is he? The answer is in his notebook. Penniless and cooped up in a Minnesota veterans home by the banks of the Mississippi, he’s lost everything but his riotous wit. He won’t speak of his past with anyone. Instead, he writes in his notebook and stares out toward the River, wishing to once again ‘drive a tow through a bend on the Mighty Miss’.

Enter Wihopa, aka Toddy, Red’s nurse, a wise, nurturing and beautiful Lakota Sioux woman. She’s dauntless, spiritual, has a wit to match Red’s, and is a genius at transformational healing. Toddy grants Red his fervent wish, and together they head downriver on a tow. At day’s end, trapped by a freak fall blizzard and hunkered down aboard his old houseboat, Cirrhosis of the River, Red learns from Toddy what being a hero really means as she guides him back through the profound ethical choices of his past: from the horrors of Vietnam, to his bizarre confrontation with life, death, and the law off a remote Maine island, and finally to an astounding revelation.

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What If Whales Weren’t Big?

    The four of us were sitting around a mesquite-wood campfire at the base of a canyon amid the hills high above Tucson, near the old Tucson to Tombstone stagecoach road. We had spent all day in the saddle, my horse and I following Joe Valdez and his pack mule. Joe was a small grizzled man who seemed, to this East Coast sailorman – who was in those days running a whale-watch boat – to be the epitome of the western wrangler. It was the wrong season for an overnight in the hills, but I’d talked Joe into it, saying I was an ocean guy and just had to try this.

            All day during the ride, I kept trying to get Joe talking, asking what I hoped wouldn’t be stupid questions. But all I ever got back were a few grunts, yups, and mebbees. That night, while intently remaining silent despite my questions, Joe cooked some tasty steaks on the mesquite fire.  Coyotes howled in the darkened hills above us. A small stream bubbled past. The horses were bedded down inside an abandoned old corral. Still no talk from Joe. But quite a day, regardless.


            I gave up on expecting discussion, and said I’d be turning in, which meant just slipping deeper into my sleeping bag by the fire. Joe simply nodded, continuing to poke a stick at the embers. And then, just as I was drifting off, he asked in the clearest most earnest voice “You ever seen a whale?”

            Whales fascinate people. I think it’s mostly because they’re big. If whales were the size of mackerels, no one would care. If they hung out on the surface more, we’d probably barely notice.  Whales and I have had some interesting times. The first time I saw one I was the skipper of whale-watch boat of out Salem, Massachusetts. In the pioneering days of whale watching,  I was the captain, the “whale expert” and the expedition leader, all rolled into one. And I’d never seen a whale. But off I headed, bound for Stellwagen Bank, jam-packed with 135 curious souls, mostly tourists from some of those places far from whales.

            “Just find the edge of the bank with the depthsounder, southeast corner, and you’ll be fine, my boss said. “And here, take this,” he continued, as he discreetly handed me a whale guide through the pilot house window. “You can talk about finbacks, minkes, and humpbacks, and say what a thrill it will be when they swim right up to the boat.”

            And that’s what I talked about on the way to Stellwagen. But what I thought about was my job and what would happen to it and the $18 per head times 135 when all I found was empty ocean. In retrospect, I’m sure the tourists wondered how, in the midst of this empty ocean and empty horizon, I would know when to suddenly stop and then show them whales. I wondered this too. But finally, bless their giant hearts, there they were.

            The first was a humpback and her calf. The mother even “spy-hopped,” coming right up under our bow and looking up with a very curious basketball-sized eye at the tourists and their cameras.  One woman got really excited and blurted out to her heavyset lady friend, “My God, I think I’m having a whalegasm.”

            So that was the first time. There were dozens more over the next two years. Both the whales and the people came in all shapes and varieties. I even took 100 Salem witches out on their private Witch Whale Watch, though the whales were not as spellbound as the witches. I also took numerous school groups, including a high school with some tough characters. About a mile from the dock, headed out to Stellwagen on a particularly rough day, the crew chief came up to the pilothouse. “Cap, I’m getting nervous,” he said. Looking over his shoulder. “These guys are eyeing the booze, the candy, even the fire extinguishers. There’s a hundred of them and only two of us.”

            “Don’t worry,” I said, advancing the throttles of the big 6-110 GM diesels, then feeling the 65-foot hull begin to pitch and roll. “You’ll be fine in about five minutes. Nothing like a boatload of seasickness to calm an uprising.”

            These days, when I sail back and forth to Maine, I’m often alone, and sometimes, I really look forward to a whale or two for company. It happens rarely these days, but there’s always that hope that my old belly shaped 31-foot sailboat hull will prove attractive to a friendly humpback. And then, maybe if it’s just the two of us out there, with no one else watching, something extra special will happen.

Some Upcoming Mermaid Lectures


Here are some MERMAID SIGHTINGS, current and future (well, I guess there were no ACTUAL sightings, but we’ve sure had some fun readings, slide shows, and a theatre and music event since the publication of Watching for Mermaids). Here’s where we’ve appeared as well as some places we’ve been invited to swim to in the next couple of months:

Corinthian Yacht Club
Manchester (MA) Yacht Club
Portsmouth (NH) Yacht Club
Boston Yacht Club
Pelagic Sailing Club
Winthrop Yacht Club
New Hampshire Power Squadron
Maine Boat Builders Show
Sebasco Resort
Newagen Seaside Resort
Ericson Cruising Association
Tartan Cruising Association
Sabre Cruising Association
Numerous book clubs and Rotary events
Salem Theatre Company
Landfall Sailing Club (upcoming, February)
The Whiting Club
New England (Boston) Boat Show (upcoming February)
Essex Shipbuilding Museum (upcoming, March)
Manchester Boat Club (upcoming, March)
Smith College Alumni Book Club (upcoming, March)
The Corinthians, New York (upcoming, April)