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How I got my second job.
We used to go skiing almost every winter weekend far up in Maine. Somehow or other we met these very wealthy people who spent the winter there; the brother of the author John dos Passos, one of the Gimbel brothers and his wife ("the Macy's speak only to the Gimbel's and the Gimbel's speak only to God" or so they used to say) , and another couple whose names escape me. There were great parties and wonderful food, incredibly fast riding in the Ferrari and incredible fun skidooing around the countryside.
Winter was coming to an end and the next thing you know there was talk of sailing in the islands. If he bought a boat, would we sail it for him? They would rent a house on St. Thomas and we would live there with them. All we had to do was be at their beck and call to take them out sailing. And so began the journey of the "Wanderlust", a 41' yawl with my husband as the captain and me as first mate and the couple whose names I have yet to remember. For awhile it was like a fairy tale in an island paradise, for awhile it was my job.