This is the story of a guy who lived in Massachusetts, would be on his boat on Christmas Day. Then he moved to Florida, gets skin cancer, meets his wife and she learns to dive with him.
I moved to Florida from Massachusetts in 1986. I moved there because I absolutely hated the cold weather. I was the guy out in his boat on Christmas Day. I would just try to ignore that it was winter. There were times I remember breaking the ice in order to get my boat out so I could pull my lobster traps.
In order to break the ice, and I don’t mean it in the conversational way, I needed a pair of really heavy duty diving gloves.. I get my dive gloves from a great online dive store. In Massachusetts the gloves were 5mm supratex Velcro dive gloves made by IST. In Florida, they are Tilos’s 1.5mm mesh reef dive gloves.
I was definitely a summer person. Anyway, I moved to Florida because I loved the summer. It wasn’t long before being in the sun took its toll on my skin and I had several rounds with skin cancer. Nothing serious but I needed to stay out of the sun. That’s when scuba diving entered the picture. I have been diving for about 13 years now. It’s funny but underwater photography has become my greatest interest. So far I have been diving in Grand Cayman, Nassau, most all of the Keys in Florida and last summer my wife and I went to Bonaire.
For over 10 years I have been trying to get my wife to join me diving but with no luck. So this summer after accompanying me to Bonaire while sitting on the plane to leave I ask her, would you like to return next year. She replies: Only if I’m scuba certified! This is the woman who couldn’t swim when I met her. So now I have a permanent scuba buddy This summer on our 30th wedding anniversary we will be diving in Bonaire.