I was living on a 40 foot sailboat, I rented for a year, and had the opportunity to make a friend that I didn’t take. It is one of the few things in my life that I would change if I could.

The boat I lived on was kept in a slip in Newport Beach, California. I was renting it for only $50 a month because the owners had two, full-size, Standard poodles aboard that I was looking after, while they were on a year-long teaching assignment out of the country. I took the two dogs for a walk at 6 AM every morning before I went to work at Santa Ana College.

One morning, as the dogs and I were finishing our walk, a man came out of his house and picked up his newspaper from the lawn. He was in a bathrobe and slippers. I knew who he was, and I knew that he lived there – everyone knew he lived there.

He was only 15 feet from me, so I said, “Good morning, John.” He looked up at me and I could tell he was trying to figure out who I was, so I continued the conversation with, “I thought about saying good morning Duke, but I don’t know you well enough to do that. I also considered good morning Mr. Wayne, but I’ve seen all of your movies, and that seemed too formal. The only thing left was John.”

He broke into a real belly laugh at that and said, “Come on in and have a cup of coffee.” Then I made the only big mistake I ever made in my whole life.

I said, “Thank you, but I have a class waiting for me at the college. I have to be there by 8 o’clock.” We said a few more words back and forth and laughed a little bit and then I took the dogs and we went back to the boat, and I went to work.

 My mistake was entirely my father’s fault, he’s the one that taught me my work ethic.