Last Sunset - August 20th 2005

Sinclair Frederick, Jr.

Those of you who are familiar with my website, know I’ve been vacationing in the Abacos prior to Bahamian independence from Britain in 1973. I’ve seen a lot of changed during that time when electricity was sporadic at best. In the area of communications, the Abacos were always a little behind the times as compared to the US . Telephones were hard to find and usually only at each islands telephone house. CB radio was used to complement telephones till VHF came along then in the early 90’s cellular arrived. It wasn’t until 1996 when phone services were up to par did the Abacos connect to the internet.

The Man responsible for single handily bringing the internet and the Abaco Message Board to the Abacos was Sinclair Frederick, Jr. Although I’ve only had limited contact with Sinclair (by e-mail) in his latter days, I cant say I had the pleasure to know Sinclair as those whose testimonials your are about to read.

Regrettably I can't personally add more, but will save this string as a permanent link to my Abaco Guide as a permanent memorial to the Man who made it all possible.


What folks who knew Sinclair have to say, some with pictures.

08-14-2006, 01:29 PM

Announcement - Remember Sinclair!

Fellow Abaco Message Board Members:
(Courtesy of Abacowilly)

It's hard to believe that only 12 months ago, Sinclair Frederick, Jr, the "father" of the Abaco Message Board passed on. In 1996, "Sinc" (as many of us called him), made a dream his reality by opening the Abaco Message Board, "The Board". As the undisputed "father" of "The Board", and catalyst of other successful technology adventures we enjoy around Abaco today, he was truly a legend in his own time. To his credit, this Board has been successful in facilitating countless new friendships and increasing the awareness, popularity. and prosperity of the Abacos. In addition, and perhaps more important, The Board continues to provide an invaluable year-round community service for Abaconians, property owners, home owners and visitors alike.

To continue to honor "Sinc", on August 20th, one year to date, we will re-open this "thread" for your contributions.

These "posts" might include anything from just a memorable photograph to complete stories with accompanying photos. After a few days this tribute thread will be closed but his memory will live on forever.

For those who wish to share with the rest of us, we invite to you to do so. For those of you who were not fortunate enough to have made his acquaintance, sit back and enjoy the imagery and tales you will likely see, and yes, they are probably all true.

08-19-2006, 11:36 PM

Sinclair's Eulogy

Bill Morton gave this eulogy for Sinclair at his funeral in Marshallvile, GA. Sinclair's request was to have graveside rites and a bar-be-que afterwards. Bill Morton gave this eulogy starting out in suit and tie and, between crying and laughing, took them off to end up in shorts and t-shirt. Sinclair was buried in his shorts and tropical shirt and no shoes - like you would see him here on Abaco. His cousin, Bet, had everyone over for the bar-be-que afterward.

Sinclair Frederick
August 23,2005

Some of you--maybe most of you -----are wondering who I am---You who have known him ALL his life and probably never heard of me---well---I'm Bill Morton--from Atlanta and Sinclair and I only go back about 25 years. But those years were like taking the first bite out of the middle of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich----- that's how good they were for me---

When I met him--he had had most of his life behind him so my view of him is very different from those of you who have been with him from his beginning.

. I remember going to my Mother's funeral in 1978, I was astonished to see dozens of people who were in her life and whom I had never heard of---and of course it's the same here---Sinclair touched so many people that if they all came here we would wonder who they were. As recently as the past month, he would mention some names of folks I had never heard of. And of course, when he finally accepted his fate and the word got out----we all came in droves!!!

Of all the things I've done in my life, I can absolutely guarantee you that I had NEVER given a thought to deliver a eulogy. Of all the schooling I've had --including most of all the school of life--- NOTHING has prepared me on how to deliver a Eulogy

Since I didn't know anything about giving a eulogy, I did what all of have now learned to do---I went on the computer and Googled --Eulogy

Eu---means well and logia means to speak. So a eulogy is to speak well and that's what I'm gonna do. I'm just gonna speak well about Clair

I can't do this without crying. Forgive me. But don't be afraid to laugh either. Clair was a laughing kind of guy. I swear I was gonna come in shorts , tee-shirt and barefooted. I guess you have to get dressed up to go to a funeral.BUT when I was in the shower this morning, I thought--Clair only gets one eulogy--only one--and this one is for him!!!!
(This is when I took off my suit and tie where I had my shorts and tee shirt on---even Monna didn't know it.----the group laughed, applauded and some took off their shirts also.

I even went to several fancy liquor stores in Atlanta trying to buy some Kalik beer to put next to him, but I couldn't find any.
I started to call him Clair years ago. I don't know why--it was my special nickname for him. Like the special nicknames we call our spouses and the ones who are special in our lives. My love, Monna and I call each other ---when we're alone---BooBoo and Boo----- I can't figure out whether I'm Boo or BooBoo.--and it doesn't matter--it's something special between us.

but with Clair--I just loved calling him Clair. It made me feel like he and I had something special together. He didn't have a nickname for me, but I didn't care--I just loved calling him Clair. It seemed so disconnected, so reverse---this big lovable bear of a grinning guy and I'm calling him a girl's name

He finally asked me---in Asheville--when he was sooo sick--I was feeding him crumbs of cake and a bare sip of water------why did you start calling me Clair???? I thought a while then looked at him and said softly--knowing he was dying----B/C you're my guy. There was an embarrassed pause. and then we went on talking.

And he was my guy

This Speak Well has to involve Fred----or Dr. Dobbs as he prefers me to call him----b/c in my mind--those 25 years in the Bahamas always revolved around the three of us. These guys were an intimate part of my life. Who ever heard of Alex City before Fred Dobbs. Who ever heard of Marshallville and Fort Valley and Perry before Sinclair Frederick, Those guys talked and I listened.

I first met Fred after I had bought my house at T.C. in the late 70s and one night ---about midnight---pitch black outside with the wind howling---there was a knock on the window pane and there was Fred---all 5'4" of him- or however short he is--wearing goggles and a snorkel banging on the window--hard for you to picture but there he was. And somewhat in his cups if I don't say so myself..

I loved it---my girlfriend at the time hated it and hated Fred from that day on---

I got rid of her.

For the next few years, it was a constant travel party. flying down to TC--- Fred flying in--- boats, lobster, conch rum. It wasn't debauchery--often we discussed continuing our work with the scouts, doing volunteer work at the church and helping the homeless. But in between that ---we managed to enjoy-----

We did work back home, of course, but we made plenty of trips down there. And just for the SPEAK WELL record, there was never any smoking--no drugs--no orgies--plenty of girls, planes, boats and rum---and not just any rum---MOUNT GAY RUM.

After about 3-4 years of this, on one visit, Fred couldn't make it so I was in T.C. alone. Well--not alone, but not with Fred. I came home after a day on the water and there was a note attached to my door---
HELP-----I'VE sunk Fred's boat. Sinclair

Sinclair?---Sinclair?--who is Sinclair? I'd met a bunch of folks down there, but Sinclair? Never heard of him

So anyway, We biked over to the house, met Sinclair and then proceeded to take my boat to where Sinclair had sunk Fred's boat to retrieve gear off of it. Of course there is a story behind that adventure---

As the evening wore on---much rum, of course, and now I figured out why Fred couldn't make it down there ---b/c Sinclair was staying in the house.

And it turns out that Fred had conveniently failed to mention to me that the house we had been partying in all this time was NOT Fred's, but belonged to a guy named Sinclair.

And that was the beginning.

So many people came through there and were part of our crowd---
Tommy and Ann Gorey, Bobby Gorey, Of course Gordon and Kitty Robinson, David Price, Brian Sheehe-- I brought my crowd of course, but it always seemed that Fred's group was more fun--well, they drank more, anyway.

And of course, Barbara---They found each other --at Bet's house, actually. I always thought Sinclair picked up Barbara at the Ethan Allen store in Macon where she worked, but last night I had a long conversation with her and she filled me in on the facts--in between us crying , of course.

In 1989 Barbara Farnan from West Texas was on a date with Joe Popper who I believe is here today and they and Sinclair were all at Bet's house for dinner and drinks. The very next week Sinclair called Barbara for a date and the following week he called her to go to the Bahamas with him. So much for Sinclair and Joe's friendship.

And that was the beginning of their love affair.

After a few years of back and forth,they lived on the Fair Passage, the 50 ft, 50 ton trawler which Sinclair had always dreamed about. He spent hours researching for the perfect boat and finally chose Fair Passage. For two years Barbara and Sinclair lived on her in Annapolis and then moved in together in 1994 at T.C.

They did a lot together, those two--Do we all remember Making ice from Sunshine? Charging Charleys? The T-Shirt Sewing machine project? OII.Net, the dial up Internet Service providers, Reproducing and then selling the Satellite Photos--and most of all, probably the one thing that really may work and really make some money---- Sinclair's Wireless Internet.

He had Lots of great ideas--but he was terrible at the follow through!!!

The Fair Passage--that rusted out hulk of a boat. the mass of wires and fuses and threads and rubber bands holding everything together --was something to behold. I couldn't believe anyone could actually get all that equipment in such a mess and the boat still run.

Early on, I spent two nights on her in Annapolis. we went up the Chester River to Chestertown --- --that night we went to the local adorable old theatre and saw the opening night of Jurassic Park for about $2. each. In Atlanta, b/c of all the hype, the tickets were going for $50,00. Afterwards, Clair took the bicycle and brought back beer and crabs and we washed down the boat and ourselves after we got through eating.

They took many trips from T.C. to Florida across that sometimes treacherous Gulf Stream. Came back with plenty of horror stories, but always came back.

My first big motor boat after a life of sailing was the Cygnus---I wanted to bring her down to T.C. so I asked Clair to meet me at Stuart and help me cross the Gulf. Listen to this. After he had loaded the Cygnus with bicycles, food, beer, tires, batteries, we left Peanut Island at Palm Beach Inlet and headed East. He had brought with him no chart, no map, no phone, no VHF, had no weather information---we just headed East---

But as so often was the case, that day turned out to be perfect. The water was like glass, no wind, no nothing--well--we did have a small fire aboard, but Sinclair didn't panic---I did--it was just a burning insulation---whatever a burning insulation is--That night we anchored off of Great Sal Cay---- we had crossed, were on the Bahamian shelf and were safe. It was a wonderful night. We grilled steaks, I still can see Clair scrubbing off the grill sitting on the swim platform. we swam at midnight. we slowly got drunk and just fell asleep outside under those glorious stars that you can only see in the Bahamas.

Do all of you remember the pictures of the two GIGANTIC SNAKES Fred and Sinclair found on the Fair Passage. Another story for another time.

Barbara called me back late last night after we had had our long chat and she especially wanted me to acknowledge that Bill and Graham Lavender were of immense help at the end. Dr. Ron Wilson, came by every day to see him. The Abaco people were extremely generous and two Bahamian women spent every day with Sinclair bathing and feeding him.
Sinclair could fix anything. Well- I guess a better way to say it was he attempted to fix anything. And he fixed it in his Sinclair way---and most of the time that never worked.

He loved Fred. Now Fred---could really fix anything. The most amazing time to me was when you got in the famous Yellow Scout at TC --Sinclair had lost the keys years before so Fred went to work on it. Now if you got behind the wheel, mashed down on the middle of the steering wheel and blew the horn ------ the engine started. Now THAT is fixing something. And there would be Fred grinning at you when you did it.

So the two of them were a constant. If anything broke at T.C. call Fred and Sinclair. But if you happened to get Sinclair, stand back

You would wind up with the most distorted, convoluted ,snarled conglomeration of what ever you were trying to fix---some of the time it would work--at least for a while.

But most importantly Sinclair always came--seemed to just never have anything else to do but be there when you called.

I saw just a sweet guy--disorganized, shuffling along, never made a financial success, walking barefoot, honest as we all should be. His stammering slightly stuttering speech punctuated by little hesitating laughs--heh-heh- at first annoying but after awhile you never noticed it. I already miss it hearing it.

Everyone loved him---oh, yes, a few ex-wives here and there probably aren't in that category, but for the most part he didn't have enemies.

Things may have not always worked out for Sinclair and some people, but that was only b/c cause of his disinterest in details not b/c he was cheating them.

And speaking of disinterest in details- I was over at his house once talking airplanes and noticed a pile of unopened envelopes in the corner---all from the IRS!!!! I asked him what they were and he said something like--oh, nothing, I'll get around to them---I looked closer and they were all from the IRS---a pile of unopened envelopes from the IRS. When I see a letter from the IRS in my mailbox which is always just sending me some form for my accountant, I start shaking b/c I'm so scared!!!!

This is the last vignette.

One January morning--January---ice storms, early darkness, fierce headwinds--January--Fred and Sinclair are drinking down in TC and they call me to "C'mon down".

Since you aren't allowed to fly into the islands at night I demurred but within minutes they convinced me to come and they would pave the way. So sure enough I leave everything, take a date, get in the plane and head out. In the dark after work. Amazingly all the controllers along the way don't question me and 3 or 4 hours later I land in TC. The flight was smooth, the weather perfect and I even had a tail-wind.

Two grinning white boys, completely snockered, meet me with immigrations and customs. They had convinced the locals to turn the runway lights on at T.C. Runway lights? They have Runway lights at T.C.? That place looked like Hartsfield International when I was 20 miles out.

Medical emergency they say to the Bahamians---That's why I was there. And 30 minutes later we were having lobster in Clair's house drinking rum..

I had to go back out to the airport to fill out tons of paperwork the next morning for immigrations and customs. What was the The Medical emergency they told the Bahamians I was needed for---Sinclair had a semen impaction------God's honest truth.

I've sold the last of many 1818Ws just very recently, I figured I had cheated Death as often as I should have---Fred still has his ancient 8800Y in the hangar---did you know that Clair's combination lock to the house was 8800? was that love or what?

Fred has a new plane now, N74Bravo Mike---he insists the BM stand for Bat Man--I say it stands for Bill Morton.

I've told these and other stories so many times that I'm not sure what I embellished or what Iëve made up--but for the most part they are true but most important---- they tell the character of a man and make up the fabric of what my relationship with Clair and Fred was. We were the three musketeers---I loved them--I hope they loved me.

I want to close with Shakespeare who said it best, in Hamlet:

Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

I hope I SPEAK WELL of Sinclair Frederick

08-20-2006, 01:41 AM

I didn't take this picture of Sinc but I found it in the old board pictures section the other day. I just think its a great picture of him.

When Sinc started the Abaco Message Board, do you think he realized how important this board would be for people in the states and people in the Abacos? Not only was it a great forum for information about the Abacos, it became a lifeline to some during bad times, Floyd, Dennis, etc, etc. Then there was the "Board Members". Without this board, I would have never met some of the most wonderful people that are my most treasured friends. I would have never met Sinc. Sinc "slapped" my hand a few times when I would post something he didn't like. I would usually get an e-mail explaining in LONG detail why he had to delete whatever crusade I was on at that time or he would tell me that he had just "slapped my hand" and don't do it again. I would see Sinc alot after I moved to Guana Cay. He came to my house and set up my internet. He was always over here doing something with the Wireless Internet. The last time I saw him, I was sitting at my house and heard him call Johnny from Nippers on the VHF. I went to the channel they went to because I wanted to see where Sinc was so I could go say hi. He was on a boat at the dock at Bluewater Grill. I dashed down there and he saw me coming and gave me that big grin. Right behind me came Flying Dogs. I'm so glad I was nosey and listened to that VHF conversation because not too long after that visit, Sinc passed away.


08-20-2006, 07:14 AM

Sinc the Salesman...

Bill Morton's recollections of Sinc were entertaining, revealing but not too surprising. Anyone who knew Sinc for long would have a similar description. But there is one point I will clarify because it illustrates one aspect of the man that Morton didn't cover.
I met Sinc shortly after his move to TC, when I sought help accessing the internet in 1994. After I got to know him a bit, he became very interested in work in remote sensing and GIS that had been most of my career since 1968. He was particularly interested in satellite images of Abaco and convinced me that I should buy and process Abaco Landsat data and sell maps. I said, "Sinclair, that data is very expensive (which it was in those days) and Landsat alone won't do it." All my excuses didn't matter though, and he kept up the pressure..."they'll sell like hotcakes," blah, blah.
So finally I caved and spent too much money on 9 Landsat scenes and 4 French SPOT scenes to construct the large pre-Floyd waterproof charts that you'll see on various government office walls in Abaco. I never made any money, spent too much, but it was fun, especially watching Sinc convincing the customs folks that the maps were for navigation, not decorating, so there was no duty. He actually did.
But the Sinc point I wanted to make was that he could sell an idea to anybody. Every new idea was "absolutely wonderful" and "we" should do it. "We" should buy a 152 for flying back and forth to Florida. "We" should cruise to Samana Cay on "our" boat, "we" should sink markers for prime lat/long corners in Abaco...too much to recall. In spite of all those diversions, Sinc did a lot for Abaco and for many people, including this Message Board, perhaps a legacy of which he would be most proud.

08-20-2006, 07:47 AM


I loved his grin and his distinctive laugh! (coming from someone who has a distinctive laugh) He was a bit of an enigma and that is what made him so special. I have a special memory that I would like share with you.

Barbara (the Captain) and Sinc came to pick up Jerry, Pat W. f/k/a Pat S. and Maggie f/k/a Flying Nuns and me on Guana. We were headed to GTC and points in between.

We stopped at a point in between to do some snorkeling in the deep tourqoise waters before you get to GTC. If memory serves me, Maggie was the first one in the water and she jumps in and says as she is jumping in "Sh*t, this is salt water!" I looked back at Sinc and Barbara and they looked as if to say "What crazy person did we let on this boat?!" LOL

I also remember Sinc being concerned about my well being. I am fair skinned. Not red-hair fair skinned but blonde fair skinned (no blonde jokes please). Anyway, I did have sunscreen on which I always do. He was so worried that I was getting too much sun that I finally went back with he and Barbara under the covered part of the boat just to appease him.

As always, it was a very fun trip and will always appreciate his caring...

I still miss you Sinc and always will. I know you are in a better place...


08-20-2006, 08:16 AM

Once I got to know him, Sinc would appear when I would least expect it. He was everywhere! MrB and I were golf carting down by the harbour on GGC, and Sinc would be walking down the dock. We were waiting to meet friends for dinner at a restaurant in MH, suddenly Sinc was joining us for cocktails. I was hanging at the Tipsy in TC, and he tapped my shoulder asking if I liked to dance. He was never there for long. But he left his essence in his wake.

There was one particular time he certainly came to my rescue. I had to get from TC to MH. I was on island for a very important meeting in MH. My car failed to start. It was the work boat regatta weekend. There were no cars available to borrow or rent. I called Sinc in utter despair. He told me to go to a certain place, find a certain car, look for a key in a certain place, and the car was mine to use. Sinc became my hero!


08-20-2006, 08:42 AM

The Fair Passage

47' steel trawler with single screw diesel and could carry 2000 gals diesel. A "proper" boat. We lived aboard for 2 years and traveled from Fl to Washington, DC and back and lots of Gulf Stream crossings to Abaco.


08-20-2006, 08:46 AM

1st Prize

Sinclair with his infamous hat, tan, and big smile. Won first prize at the Senior Olympics in Treasure Cay for kicking his shoe the furthest (really a borrowed shoe because he always left his somewhere and couldn't find them)


08-20-2006, 09:41 AM

Cousin Sinclair

I cannot believe its been a year! The thoughts that: the phone will not ring at some odd hour with Sinclair and some unusual request; my arrival at Malatchie (the farm) late at night will not be greated by some odd rental car with Florida plates and Sinclair back home for a quick visit; the fact that a second honeymoon to TC would not take place with me staying up like on our first honeymoon night and visiting/drinking w Sinclair instead of participating in marital activities (!!) with my new bride; visits to local eateries with Sinclair ordering a carafe of wine and then asking what I was was going to have!; Sinclair wating at one establishment while I waited at the other, I then taking the blame for the mixup because the one I was at (Ryans Steakhouse in Perry) didn't serve libations!!; our diffences in maintenance procedures in the old Cessna 210 N3961Y, Sinclair " It always does that, or its always been off that much!!" NOT, I'm getting it fixed!; our discussions of electronics, ham radio, (all due to his influence), the internet, PC vs Mac, farming practices (The most important thing in a pecan orchard he stated is the owner's footprint) and on and on.
I truly miss my dear cousin (my mother's first cousin). His laugh and smile and enthusiasm were famously infecting to all around him. His ways and habits legendary in my family. I was once included in this category in my single days long ago by a statement by another cousin to his wife" There are certain things you just don't ask Edward and Sinclair about!"
I am so appreciative of the obvious love and admiration shown him on this board. He was really in his element in the Islands, his attitude on the way one should live life was a lesson to all of us caught up in the hustle and bustle of everyday life! All in all his life surely was a FAIR PASSAGE.

08-20-2006, 09:43 AM

We were privileged to know Sinclair for about 10 years. I know he loved us because he always introduced us as " my good friends" Dave and Ginny.

It's difficult to pick one or two stories about Sinclair because there are so many memories. All good. Most funny.

We invited Sinclair and Barbara to visit us in Canada. We lived on the Lake at the time and decided we would have a summer party in their honor and invite everyone we knew. The party started on the thursday that they arrived. The real party wasn't until Saturday. Sinclair was exhausted by Friday night. When he saw the tent going up in the backyard his comment was "you Canadians sure know how to have a good time."

He emailed us before departing Treasure Cay and asked if he should bring dog biscuits for the dogs that pulled the snow sleds and snow shoes.

Guests started arriving early and Sinclair sat at the end of the boat house and began telling stories. All I could hear was laughter as I rushed around preparing for the party. By midnight Sinclair had missed his nap and decided to retire for awhile. The party continued. Several of the women decided to go check on him. We found him sound asleep on his back with his of course bare feet dangling off the bed. Off to get nail polish and embellish his toes with many colors. He slept through the whole ordeal. He awoke about 2 am and the party was still in full swing. He came out and stood in front of the tent and we asked him when he had a pedicure. He was horrified that we had painted his toenails but I told him we didn`t have any nail polish remover He wore his shoes for the next two days. An accomplishment. Finally I confessed and removed the polish. The funny thing is he was really embarassed. But he didn`t lose his shoes! Barbara was happy, she had bought him new ones for the trip.

Sinclair could fix anything with duct tape and a hammer. He once stopped a friends boat from sinking by using a small toilet plunger fastened to the bottom until it could be towed and fixed properly.

The four of us made our first crossing from Florida together in our new boat. He loved to be on the water. He loved an adventure­. He wanted us to just put our nose in when Whale Cay was raging. When the rear of the boat reared up and we heard the engines screaming for water over our screaming he finally gave in and let us turn around and overnight til high tide the next morning.

Sinclair was truly a `Southern Gentlemen`, he never had a bad word to say about anyone. He was always smiling and always grateful for a good meal. He had a sweet tooth but would save good chocolate forever and said it was too good to eat. He saved good Scotch too, too good to drink. He loved ice, show tunes and good friends, I think in that order.

We miss you Sinclair, you are always in our thoughts and in our hearts.

Dave & Ginny.

08-20-2006, 09:52 AM

No, he didn't. He was from Georgia. I guess that is why we connected.

08-20-2006, 10:26 AM

Memorial to Sinc

Sinclair Frederick and I grew up in the same town of Fort Valley, Georgia. His parents and my wife (then Sandy Greene Lane) of 31 years'? grandparents were very close friends, with them visiting Sinc'?s parents in the Abacos in the 1960s. Imagine how they did that! This was at the same house where Sinc lived in Treasure Cay.

Sinc and I got to know each other in the mid-1970s. He had a 300-acre pecan grove and I had a crop dusting service, both in Marshallville, Georgia. In the late 1970s, Sinc decided to buy a Super Cub to spray his pecan grove, with me flying it. We flew Sinc?s Cessna 210 to Hayti, MO to make the purchase. I had the engine quit on the way home. Later, we abandoned the Super Cub because the airframe was rusting out. Was this an omen?

Over 15 years passed and Sinc and I lost touch. I knew he had moved to Colorado and ended up in the Bahamas. The only place I'd been in the Bahamas was Nassau, once on my honeymoon in 1975. I had a V35 Bonanza, an instrument ticket and wanted somewhere to fly. I contacted Sinc, out of the blue. Of course, with open arms, he invited me to his paradise. This was December 1997.

"Sinc, where will we meet?" I asked. "Just go down to the Tipsy Seagull and have a drink. I'll find you", he replied. I was asking this before I even left for the Abacos! This was my first introduction to "island time" and Sinc's unique way of adapting to it. Sure enough, after about the third drink, up walks the best rendition of Ernest Hemmingway that I could imagine! From that day forward, Sinc (and Barb) made our 50+ trips to the Abacos worth the visits.

I knew nothing about sailing, but quickly figured out a nice catamaran would be a great way to experience the Abacos. One day I expressed this to Sinc, as a cat passed us in our runabout coming from some bar, back to TC. It wasn't long after that before I bought a catamaran.

I didn't realize how good of a sailor (or not) that Sinc was. We started taking short overnighters together, sometimes with Barb and sometimes without. Sinc did not believe in using the motors to get in or out of a marina. Often that philosophy put us on the edge of disaster. I have several tales about sailing adventures with Sinc, and "adventures" is not an understatement. We sailed through Don't Rock at night. More than once Sinc insisted on sailing out of the slip and up to the mooring. I learned to never, never get off the sailboat with the sails up, even if Sinc said it was in 'irons' and was OK. We forgot to close the hatches one afternoon while we went ashore and Sinc and Barb had to sleep on a wet mattress that night. Then, there was the night of the Howling at the Moon. It had been overcast all day. Only minutes before midnight, the clouds parted magically and there was the full moon, waiting on our howls from the bow of the boat.

Magic, Magic, where are you now? I've needed your magic so many times since you've left. Sinc would board La Gata and work tirelessly on our wireless. I risked my life, allowing him to winch me up the 49' mast to install the antenna. He always brought his Windows laptop with him, all the time complaining he wanted to go back to Macintosh computers, like we had. But, his ISP magic wouldn't allow it and it frustrated him so much.

The last time I saw my friend Sinc was when I flew him to Treasure Cay for his last days in the Abacos. He had been at a very nice hospice facility in Brunswick, Georgia. While visiting him at the hospice, he asked (more like told) me to get him out of there. I felt as if I was on a smuggling mission, but in fact, I think the hospice folks were ready to see him go. It was not where Sinc needed to be, those last days.

My son, Graham, accompanied me, since he was a paramedic to fly in and pick up Sinc. The three of us boarded the Baron. It would be Sinc's last airplane ride. He always loved flying, a pilot himself. Upon the decent into Treasure Cay, Graham, and Sinc were in the back. Graham was filling out the immigration and customs forms.

"Dad, guess what?" "What is it Graham?" There was only Sinc, Graham and myself onboard. "Dad, did you know that all three of us have the same birthday, November 18?" I had known Sinc and I had the same birthday and of course the same for my son, but I hadn't thought about it on that memorial trip to Treasure Cay. It sent chills up my spine.

Sinclair Frederick was probably one of the most unique individuals that a person could ever hope to meet. I have tried to share some of my precious moments with him with you. His spirit and memory will be with me, and many others, always. See ya, Sinc!

Sandy & Bill Lavender


08-20-2006, 10:53 AM

Forget me knot

We are still waiting for him to come by and retrieve his hat.

Ruth and I were just remembering all the things he left behind. If I did not know better, I would think he left stuff each time just to come back for another round of Mount Gay and stories. Let's see, antennas, Laptop computers, keys, jackets, hats, tools...... he left a Pick Up Truck once. Of course by the time he left our boat I was lifted to another plain (not just from all the rum) so I could not remember what was his stuff either.

Disheveled if you did not understand him; but, often I found him clear headed with more vision and insight than most. He was infectious in his happiness and always part of the fun.

Proof of a full life:
Favors: No one I ever knew owed more favors or was owed more favors. None would ever need to be accounted for. He always helped when he could, not looking for any return.
Persuasion and challenge was always one of his specialties:
We were working on the antenna on top of the hill in Marsh Harbor. I was "persuaded" to climb up the antenna since I was "the youngest". I'm over 50, but flattery always worked .

We miss him,

08-20-2006, 12:34 PM

I don't remember when I first met Sinclair. Seems he has always been a part of our time in Abaco. With the Message Board he and Barbara became a part of our lives most of the time, .in Abaco and when we were not in Abaco.

I think the very first time we met Sinclair we didn't know he was Sinclair. Willy and I had been snorkeling off Sunrise Point in Treasure for the afternoon. This was long before the point was developed . . . in the "old days". Well, we had walked to the point from the hotel with our snorkeling gear so when it was time to walk back I guess we looked pretty pitiful. We were pretty tired and we dreaded the walk back. Hadn't gone down the road far and a smiling, jolly man with a white beard stopped in his old Nova, I think, and asked if we wanted a ride. Willy and I looked at each other, didn't waste a minute, and hopped in. In the short ride he spoke of his boat and we knew it was his pride and joy. Years later, when the board started up, and we met "Sinclair" we realized he was the smiling, jolly man who years before had given two weary strangers a ride into town. That was Sinclair's nature. Do for others.

Sinc was always around when we arrived in Treasure whether he rode up in his car or on his bike. He usually had water & Kaliks in the fridge. He always made us feel like he was as happy as could be to see us. His smiling face was always a welcome and expected site. Whatever was going on he made a point to include us and if our four children were there they could come too. We have been to full moon parties on Whale I think, afternoons at Munjack, excursions to the out islands for fun and a little bit of wireless stuff, and fishing. Now Sinc doesn't like to catch fish. He likes to watch Barbara and everyone else fish and mark the locations on the GPS.

Can't mention Sinc without mentioning the duct tape. That was his staple along with WD-40. We always brought duct tape. I remember one time after a storm he made a point to let us know he needed it to fix his roof!

There are so many stories, I just have to pick a few this time. We love to be on the water when we are in Abaco and many times Sinc or Sinc and Barbara would go with us. I remember setting out one day with Sinc and our entire family. I think Barbara met up with us later. Sinc showed up that morning at the boat as usual with his vinyl cooler of Kalik and that big ole smile. It was very rough and we debated whether we should venture out. Now with Sinc, everything is always good, so he convinced us to go. I remember all four children, now these are teenage children, cuddled up on the floor of the front of the boat hanging on to each other. I'm sitting on the seat up front trying to hold on. Spray is constantly coming onto the boat. I look back Willy is at the helm and there is Sinc, standing there shirtless, big ole grin and a Kalik in his hand, ..not spilling a drop!

The seas calmed down later and that day was a day of adventure with Sinc and Barbara. On that one day we learned how to go through the pass at Marsh Harbour to get to Elbow. Sinc said, Willy, keep it at full throttle. We visited Abaco Inn, had a board meeting at Yahooes where we met up with Barbara and met JimG, spent time over towards Tilloo or further south and Sinc showed the children the remnants of a house on the hill, cruised the eastern shores of Marsh Harbour and finally venture back to Treasure. Now Barbara met us at Yahooes so she and Sinc headed back in another boat. We asked them the next day why we didn't see them come in and they said they towed a stranded boat into Marsh Harbour on the way back. That was Sinc & Barbara, doing for others.

One day I think we had been to a Board meeting at Coco Paradise. Willy, Sinc and I were heading back to Treasure. We were coming from the Atlantic side of Guana and rounding Baker's Bay. We were planed out and all of a sudden Sinc yells "Damsels in distress" and jumps in the water. There were some women on the beach at Baker's. Now there was no way Sinc would have been able to swim to shore. Willy pulled the throttle back, we looked at each other in disbelief and turned the boat around to pick up Sinc. I guess he needed to go for a swim! I think that was the afternoon he fell a sleep laying on the floor of the boat. That picture has been posted before.

Sinc had a way of squeezing in some wireless internet visits on our trips. We never minded because it was always an adventure. I'm sure Willy will share the coffee can story.

One more story where you'll get the sense that Sinc just always seemed to be around. Willy and I like to just get out on the water and just spend time together alone. One afternoon we were anchored out by Don't Rock, just relaxing and whatever. Whenever we are out like that and hear a boat we always check to make sure it is going on it's way. Well, we heard this boat and it kept getting closer and closer. Well we scramble to get presentable and lo and behold, there is Sinc, Barbara, Ginny and Dave, just dropping by to say "Hello!" on there way back from wherever.

Through Sinc and the Abaco Message Board we have made countless wonderful friends. Sinc has truly been a legend in his own time and a wonderful friend. We miss him a lot and know he is looking down on us with that wonderful smile.

We love you Sinc, Mary Anne, Willy, Erica, Will, Monica & Daniel


08-20-2006, 03:12 PM

Ginny & Sinclair

Ginny & Dave asked if I would post this for them.


08-20-2006, 08:33 PM

Sinc the Pioneer

Here is a picture of a different kind of pioneer, not the kind depicted in the attachment but of a visionary that saw the world of today nearly 50 years ago---

Sinc was working for an engineering company in Melbourne, Florida when I met him in 1962. As you know, impossible not to be noticed since before his signature beard he had long perfected his signature smile. He and I joined Radiation, Inc as brand new EE.s during the buildup for the space program. We were distinguished by being the only engineers with any knowledge of computer programming in the entire company.

Sinc had a poor view of the engineers around us since they did not believe computers were going to" takeover the world". Three years later, after several run-ins with management (as you can imagine his free spirit would cause) he and I sat on the beach in late October of 1965 drinking beer while he convinced me that computers were indeed going to "take over the world" . One week later we founded a software company that would eventually be valued at over $50 million.

Sinc amd family lived two blocks from our office in Melbourne Beach. During the first few months of business as I arrived for work Sinc would often be sitting on the front steps of the office having lost his keys. After several sets of keys, I attached a key to a 18 inch ruler that he did not lose for almost a year! Hard to forget the picture of him riding his bicycle down Orange St. in Melbourne Beach with that ruler sticking out of his rear pocket, greeting everyone he saw.

Through his vision, that company went on to become a premiere supplier of software in the process control industry with innovations in a variety of applications such as automated typesetting, automotive testing, the manufacture of aluminum, Plexiglas, Coca-Cola, and many other sophisticated production processes. The company went public in 1980 and was eventually acquired by CTG. As you would imagine, Sinc had moved on to other challenges before his vision was fully appreciated by some, but I and many others know it was his vision that gave that company the direction for its ultimate success.

Although I lost track of him for a few years, Sinc continued to innovate wherever he went: automobile parts catalog automation, Blue Bird Bus parts ordering and inventory control and communication systems to name just a few, always with innovative and entrepreneurial ventures.

About 1980, while working in Colorado in the venture capital industry, I needed to staff a large software company and decided to contact Sinc for advice. In two phone calls, I found him working in Boulder not two blocks from where I sat. He was again leading an innovative communication systems project. For several years I had a wonderful opportunity to pal around with Sinc in Colorado before his move to Treasure Cay and my return to Melbourne.

After he based out of Treasure Cay, he and his Mooney were frequent and welcome visitors to my home in Melbourne. He would show up unannounced, knew where I kept my outside house key, would stay awhile and would be gone just as abruptly, always leaving that unique "Sinc came by last week" leftover wonderful feeling for myself and my family.

About 1990'ish I was waiting for a flight in Washington National when I looked out on the Potomac and saw a good-sized trawler with some huge aluminum contraption on deck. Sinc had been working that year in Maryland on a solar icemaker and was taking it to the Bahamas for a test. Since he had told me of his project earlier, I guessed that was the Fair Passage and called his cell. Barbara answered and sure enough, that was he. We chatted for a few minutes and I steered him to a slip that my brother Ralph was using in Boca Raton and suggested he stop by enroute to Treasure Cay. Ralph related some great stories about Sinc during his stay in Boca; once my brother brought him into his local watering hole and introduced him around. Within a few minutes Sinc had met and/or renewed acquaintances with several people in the bar; astounding my brother that he knew so many people. We who loved him know that if you ever met Sinclair, you never forgot him and he never met a person he did not like.

Sinc never talked much more about the icemaker project and suspect that it was forgotten when the next "pretty bird flew by": bringing the internet to the Bahamas. Many of you know much more about his last project than I do and I am truly envious of you folks that saw up close the full force of his creativity and winsome (and sometime helter-skelter) ways that I so much have enjoyed in my life and will sadly miss for the rest of it. St. Barbara knows too well the helter-skelter part.

The most insightful comment I ever heard said about Sinc was "he never lost his vision". We live here today in that world that Sinc saw nearly 50 years ago.

We will all miss you old friend.

Dan DuPont


08-20-2006, 09:09 PM

You can teach an old dog new tricks......

.....On Thanksgiving Day in 2001 at John and Kathi Cash's home on Treasure Cay, I had finally found SOMEthing that Sinc had never done or even thought of doing - deep frying a turkey. Also in this photo is John Cash's dad on the left, and me on the right about 60lbs heavier than today (ughh). I recall I had left Sinc in charge of only one thing - the timer. Clearly from the looks of this turkey, Sinc made it clear how little he was concerned about time, schedules or anything related. But, the turkey turned out good afterall and he managed to assist me with a few more - 4 in all. From the looks of this Sinc might have been just as happy to drop this one back in the canal and use the "rack" the turkey was on for his wireless venture (probably would have worked great with the coffee cans)!

I've read the other memories of Sinc and clearly, no one could deny he was a brilliant man who was both ahead of his time and a legend in his own time. Amidst all of this high-tech scheming, he always made everyone feel special as he shared that smile - very much that of Hemingway as has been noted. And, as someone else so accurately stated, he never met anyone that he did not like. A grand example for us all indeed.

It's interesting though, as I reread many of his e-mails and PM's to me, he was up before most of even thought about getting up and his responses were always brief and to the point - to the point of almost being cryptic.

His dreams live on in Abaco for sure as he was truly an instrument of change.

'Second photo taken also in November 2001 with Sea of Abaco in background overlooking Treasure Cay beach. We were having lunch at Banyan Beach's little tiki bar.

These are two of my three favorite photos that I hope will add to our tribute to Sinclair.


08-20-2006, 09:24 PM
nancy mcdaniel

Just wish he had time

to write a book about his life and how to try to live as he did. Sinclair was full of life, laughs, peace and passion. He didn't talk about people or things, he talked about ideas and he wouldn't take no for an answer. I remember in the early days of wireless internet in Abaco, he fashioned a coffee can as a receiver - amazing. Always positive, non-judgemental, and open and always patient and so unassuming. He always instructed me to "calm down Nancy", and I can still hear his voice and that distinctive snort/snork/chuckle/laugh.

I only hope that his spirit of goodness stays on his Abaco Message Board and that we never forget Sinclair Frederick and what he brought to this world and all who were so fortunate to know him.

08-21-2006, 10:55 AM

Very very nice stories. I had the privilege of meeting him twice and always remembered his eyes and smile.

08-21-2006, 12:08 PM
Boca Sharon


wow, i feel as though we truly missed out on meeting an incredible guy . . . after reading all the above posts, i'm smiling just thinking of how lucky all of you are who knew him. been coming to the Abaco's since the early '80's and who knows, maybe we had rum drinks at the same place one nite, but then again, it sounds as if he HAD been at the same bar, i'd have known it!

08-22-2006, 12:39 PM

Sinclair - Point of Light and Vision

We all have the same lifetime, but some of us pack more into it and make bigger contributions than others.

Sinclair lived life his way. He seemed laid back but that masked significant accomplishments. Funny how the folks that do so much make that look so easy. I've never mastered that and wish I could, .the accomplishments AND the aura of "no big deal."

The side of Sinclair that I admire so much is his contribution to a community he loved so much and the little people in it.

I've participated in the development of a school ñ called the Every Child Counts Programme (ECC) --that serves students all over Abaco who have special learning needs. We were limping along early years when Floyd hit. I had sent over ñ and was responsible for ñ two gifted special education teachers. I watched with horror as Floyd turned over Abaco ñ eight hours of sheer battering. I was frantic during ensuing days ñ deeply worried about how people I cared very much about fared. There was no means of communication ñ until someone told me about the coconut telegraph. Even though this was operating stateside b/c of the power problems Floyd caused, I was able to connect and send word to families.

That was my first frantic experience with the Message Board. The message board was of invaluable service in the ensuing year it took to begin to put Abaco back together after Floyd. Through that electronic lifeline we were able to mobilize the network of teachers we had built through three years of training workshops, gather and disseminate relief supplies over, connect with private pilots who flew twice-daily flights over with materials, begin to re-outfit the schools, and coordinate with the broad efforts of other volunteers, e.g. Don Strube and his elves who provided teddy bears and toys in his Sandy Claus project.

But that was just the beginning. From Message Board posts, we have benefited from connecting with who have worked with ECC since then. Sinclair had a strict policy of No Commercial Posts but always "gruffly" cast a blind eye when we placed posts about Raffles, and sales of Christmas cards T-shirt for ECC. The "ECC Trip Reports" have generated tons of help. None of this could have happened if Sinclair didn't have the vision to understand what an electronic communication system could mean to a tiny place like Abaco. Certainly it has gotten the word out ñ for good or ill ñ about the hidden gem of a paradise, but it has benefited the community in countless ways, the support of ECC in significant ways that could, in turn, benefit the children, teachers, and schools of Abaco ñ enabling "throw away" children the path to learn and build marketable skills so they will be contributing members of the society there ñ which would not have happened if it weren't for Sinclair.

Because I'm a very focused toe-to-toe, nose-to-nose let's-do-this-little-thing-now worker bee, I'm always amazed at the folks who see the big picture. The Message Board provided an awesome ñ and critical ñ communication connection that helped so many people on all levels. And it was a hard thing to accomplish. None of the infrastructure was in place to facilitate it, but he got to talking, exploring the possibilities with his motley band of techies. And there were obstacles, overused bandwidth crashing the system and crazed/rude posts just two that remain vividly in my memory. But each one was met headlong, folks puzzled over Kaliks, and the Board emerged better than before for the tweaking.

I only met Sinclair once, anxious to thank him for his help. His response? He changed the subject, proceeding to thank ECC ñ making suggestions for things we could do differently, perhaps, to extend our reach ñ and bough me dinner! We hadn't done a thing to help him! I kind of got the idea he was uncomfortable with compliments. But I don't know. I only met him once.

But I'm glad for that. I'm glad for him, glad for his talents, glad he focused those talents in ways that benefited others (especially ECC's "least of these"). I'm glad that, in retirement, he didn't just sit back in the sunshine but sought to work a vision that brought so much benefit to so many people.

I'm awed by people like that. So much accomplished in the same time span I have. The vision, generosity, philanthropy. I want to be just like him when I grow up. Guess I better get crackin'!

Sharon Kossack, Ph.D.

08-22-2006, 10:14 PM

What a nice tributes..only met him once when he stayed in our guest cottage, for a night....this board has been helpful to so many..R.I.P

08-23-2006, 08:11 AM

My thoughts...

I cant say I had the pleasure to know Sinclair as those in the previous posts. I've had only some limited contact with Sinclair (by e-mail) in his latter days.

Aside from the personal contacts and remembrances of all the aforementioned I can only add that he single handily brought the Abacos into the world via this then new electronic method.

As far back as 1997 in Caribbean Travel News, I wrote a synopsis of the Abacos which became the fore runner of my website. It included mention of Sinclair's gains of his new internet site and his connecting Abaco with the world outside via this new medium.

Regrettably I cant add more but will save this string as a permanent link accessible from my website as a permanent memorial to the Man who made it all possible,


08-23-2006, 04:30 PM

I will always, always remember his smile and laughter. I only knew Sinclair for 5 years, but I know I will never forget him. Bless you Barbara.

08-23-2006, 10:08 PM

What a great guy!

What a great guy! It's still so hard to believe he is not with us. I keep expecting to look up and see Sinc walk by as usual lugging his back packs filled with wireless hardware whilst stopping to answer everyone's questions about their Internet or computer. He always had such a Santa Claus-like cheerful mood no matter what the situation and no matter how busy he was, and he was always very busy, yet he seemed to find the time to help everyone. He was always there to give us a hand at the GTC Club whenever we had an Internet or computer emergency. Once, we lost all of our accounting data and it was Sinc who hopped on the ferry and came right over to save the day. Personally, I will always be grateful for the HTML lessons he gave me back in our early Internet days. He was a great teacher.

He certainly will be missed and certainly never forgotten by all the many lives that he touched.

08-25-2006, 10:01 AM
Lucy Jarrett

My Cousin Sinclair, The Early Days (by Cousin Bet)

Barefoot, running to the latest fire in Ft. Valley directed by the number of blasts from the fire station - riding to Sunday School behind his mother, Helen, on her bike, she going to play the organ for church - trips to our Grandmother Frederick at Ft. Lauderdale when we were 4 and 5 years old - coming out to the farm to swim with us in the muddy fishpond - us going to his Harrold Grandparents at Twin Lakes above Byron - riding a horse at the farm with the saddle slipping sideways much to his laughing delight and us shouting "hold on Sinclair" - riding in our children's "Dump Cart" hitched to the old mule who backed down in a ditch - we sent Sinclair running up the dirt road barefoot for help - I can see him now, us hollering "run, Sinclair, run" - his letting us in his room to hear his Ham Radio talk - the kitchen folks feeding him turnip greens, pot likker and cornbread - peaches spread on newspapers in the pantry to ripen - "Uncle" Dave Strother, who lived with Sinclair's family, letting us drive his new black Cadillac around the block - BBQs in his pecan grove, only Frederick vinegar and pepper sauce allowed - some motorcycle and truck fender benders later amongst the trees - our church choir practice retreat at the farm and taking a break in the jacuzzi, Sinclair arriving and jumping right in amongst the girls - later years always wanted to know "when the choir was coming back" - we, his motley crew of cousins, cruising Fair Passage from Fernandina to Savannah on the Inland Waterway - occasional wire-rewiring, rocking off sand bars, running out of water when soaped down in the shower - Barbara had suggested just 90 gallons for the entire trip - but all in all a most interesting nautical experience - Barbara's delicious cuisine carried us through. His loyal friends getting him to Treasure Cay for his last look around and bringing him back for his requested Episcopal rites - laying him to rest beside his parents in Marshallville, Georgia, arranged by his loving children Helen and Trip (Sinclair III). Then everyone brought beautiful food and bounteous drink out to the farm, Malatchie, for the celebration BBQ that he had wanted. We felt that he was right there with us as we shared the privilege of having known and LOVED such a remarkable man. His Cousin Bet

08-25-2006, 10:09 AM
Lucy Jarrett

Early Days Photos

These should have been in the posting with Cousin Bet's memories of early days.


08-25-2006, 03:12 PM

Magic ñ that was Sinclair. He brought his magic wherever he went. Appropriately so, his VHF call sign was "Magic".

We met Sinclair in 1998 when we lived on Lubbers Quarters (full-time). Our rental cottage "Sandy Bottoms" had just been completed and we needed a way to market it to the world. Sinclair built our first website and was the webmaster. We were some of the first advertisers on his new Out-Island Internet Bulletin Board. He visited our home on Lubbers frequently (and he always had on shoes & his famous hat). We were the first on our cay to have access to the new out-island internet. It was dial-up but it was reliable and Sinclair was always available for questions or to fix anything. Then he came up with his wireless high-speed internet service ñ again, we were the first on Lubbers to be able to give it a try. He brought the Abacos, and especially the cays, into the world of the internet. What "Magic" he created.

He was a kind, gentle man with a wonderful laugh and a fabulous outlook on life. We always looked forward to his visits & his friendship meant a lot to us through the years. We will miss you dear friend. Rest in peace.
Meakin & Sam

08-26-2006, 06:06 AM

Livin' the dream . . .

. . . . and happily serving others. . . . . for sure, that was Sinc. It's absolutely no wonder he was always happy and is "why" we have such fond memories of him. He remains an inspiration and was truly someone to envy, admire and respect. I'm confident that he does "rest in peace".


08-26-2006, 09:19 AM


Last July I came to Treasure Cay for a week and heard that Brian Sheehee and Sinclair had just arrived I was staying at Dave and Ginny's condo so I thought I'd go over and see how they were doing. Well what can I say, two men, one just escaped (that's how Sinclair felt about it) from a hospice and Brian just wanting to be with his dear friend Sinclair. No water, no juice but they did have frozen lasagna dinners.

I had the great privilege of spending three days with Sinclair, sorting out his medicines which he didn't like to take, and making grits in the morning - what Canadian knows how to make grits, the first morning it took me three tries and the grits were still like glue, Sinclair's comment was not bad for a northern girl, mixing them up with the eggs probably helped.

It was amazing to see the change in Sinclair once he was here in Treasure Cay, the phone started ringing, people were constantly coming by and Sinclair had the sparkle back in his eyes.

Dave and Ginny, dear friends of Sinclair, arrived that week as well and Sinclair was well enough to go to Guana on their boat, it is the best memory I have of Sinclair he was absolutely beaming.

Brian was amazing, a friend in the true sense of the word, not feeling that well himself, he couldn't do enough for Sinclair, I felt really honoured to see the two of them together and when Brian told Sinclair I love you old buddy I had to walk away.

Sinclair was where he wanted to be, here in Treasure Cay, his friends got him here and Barbara made sure he was here as long as possible.

08-26-2006, 03:18 PM

I Rember Sinclare Always Going To Brians' Garage , He Called It His Little Home Depot, Anything He Needed To Finish A Project Was There. He And Dad Were Great Friends, When I Was Little His Son And I Were Play Mates. That Was A Long Time Ago.

One Time Sinclare Took Fair Passage To West Palm And I Got Permission To Dock It At My Neighbors House. We Had To Take Sinclare To K-mart For Shoes Before We Could Go To Dinner. " Where Are Those Damb Shoes" Sounds Like Sinclare!! We Had A Great Time With Him Where Ever We Were. The Entire Sheehe Family Sure Misses Him. God Bless .

P.s The Nieghbor Was Worried The Fair Passage Would Never Leave!!!

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