FORWARD
Boswell is a character who closely resembles any number of my friends—and probably some of yours as well. He spent time in a very small, cool tavern on Little River in Miami, right next to a boatyard. My grandfather knew Boswell, and so did my dad. During the war, Boswell flew C-46s over the Hump; afterward, he never flew again.
I never knew his last name—or even whether Boswell was his first name. I suppose it doesn’t matter. He spent much of his life fishing and traveling, and I doubt there was a single country he didn’t visit. He lived for a time in Hawaii and later down in the Florida Keys.
When I knew him, he was calling an old sailboat home. Everyone liked Boswell. He always had something funny to say, and he never forgot his friends’ birthdays.
One day he didn’t show up. After a few days, my dad went looking for his boat—it was gone, and so was Boswell. We never saw him again, but no one ever forgot him.
The following sketches are mine, but the captions are all Boswell. He was a funny guy.
Robert J. Firth
South Florida
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