I received sad news from my dad last night that Bill Ficker passed away last week. As a racing skipper, Bill won both the America’s Cup and the Star Worlds. For those of us who know what that means, enough said.
I knew Bill, through my dad, my whole life, and I’d see him at my dad’s coffee klatch when I visited. At this coffee klatch, which didn’t have any slouches when it came to sailing, Bill was always the alpha dog, yet patient, unassuming, and shy about his accomplishments. The last time I saw him at the coffee klatch he said, “If nobody has any more questions or problems that need solving I’ll head out and start my day.” I must have looked blank, and my dad said, “You know he’s completely kidding when he says things like that. He’s known all of us for over sixty years.”
Story here in the Daily Pilot/LA Times.
This article was syndicated from The Adventures of the Vessel Condesa