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	<title>Comments on: In memoriam: Captain Donald Taube (1942-2007)</title>
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		<title>By: Mark McNeill</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mark McNeill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 01:40:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Something made me think of Donald this evening, 4 years after his passing. I used to sell him welding supplies in Wilmington, NC., in the &#039;90&#039;s.  I always knew there was &quot;something&quot; about Donald, that was different from my average customer. He always wore the engineer hat mentioned in a previous post. He spoke fondly of his sailing days in New York. I had no idea he was such a fixture in New York.. I wish I could have sailed with him. He is still missed, but more importantly, remembered.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Something made me think of Donald this evening, 4 years after his passing. I used to sell him welding supplies in Wilmington, NC., in the &#8217;90&#8242;s.  I always knew there was &#8220;something&#8221; about Donald, that was different from my average customer. He always wore the engineer hat mentioned in a previous post. He spoke fondly of his sailing days in New York. I had no idea he was such a fixture in New York.. I wish I could have sailed with him. He is still missed, but more importantly, remembered.</p>
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		<title>By: John Weeks</title>
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		<dc:creator>John Weeks</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Dec 2008 00:40:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I sure miss the guy.........
so does my family.

Jess, thanks for sharing your family.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I sure miss the guy&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;<br />
so does my family.</p>
<p>Jess, thanks for sharing your family.</p>
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		<title>By: Jeff</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jeff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 07:49:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a loss! Don was a genuine article, a crusty ol&#039; salt, but with an unexpected depth of knowlege &amp; wit. He took the wheel with a calmness &amp; unflappability that made his sails a pleasure for a novice to crew on. 
Kudos to Bryan for a great article! That was Capt&#039;n Don, alright.
OK, How many of you guys heard this before: “The cue for you to abandon ship…is when you see me waving from the lifeboat.”</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a loss! Don was a genuine article, a crusty ol&#8217; salt, but with an unexpected depth of knowlege &amp; wit. He took the wheel with a calmness &amp; unflappability that made his sails a pleasure for a novice to crew on.<br />
Kudos to Bryan for a great article! That was Capt&#8217;n Don, alright.<br />
OK, How many of you guys heard this before: “The cue for you to abandon ship…is when you see me waving from the lifeboat.”</p>
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		<title>By: Sails to the Sunset &#171; Llanera Solitaria</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sails to the Sunset &#171; Llanera Solitaria</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 13:57:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] teacher with a flawlessly warped sense of humour.  I found two memorial pages &#8212; here: one, [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Richard Dorfman</title>
		<link>http://www.greatwhatsit.com/archives/1580#comment-57264</link>
		<dc:creator>Richard Dorfman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 03:46:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I first encountered Don at South Street around &#039;98 or &#039;99. I was a fairly new volunteer on the Pioneer and one Saturday during winter maintenance, I was assigned to help Don while he did some welding on the midship hatch coaming. 

We talked about all sorts of topics while I handed him tools and held this or that clamp or other widget for him. We talked about boats, of course, but also about dance, his daughter, the dancer (of whom he was clearly very proud), the theatre, and dozens of other subjects. I had a great time shooting the breeze with him then and for years to come. 

We later sailed together many times on Pioneer and we both worked on the Wavertree as well. He was the first Captain with whom I worked as Mate, and later when I was training to drive the Pioneer as a newly licensed Captain, he gave me loads of pointers, especially about how to and how not to dock the boat.  

My wife and I kibitzed with Don sitting on the float between Pioneer sails on the Saturday of the weekend he died, and feel lucky to have to had a chance to say goodbye on happy terms, not knowing it really was goodbye.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I first encountered Don at South Street around &#8217;98 or &#8217;99. I was a fairly new volunteer on the Pioneer and one Saturday during winter maintenance, I was assigned to help Don while he did some welding on the midship hatch coaming. </p>
<p>We talked about all sorts of topics while I handed him tools and held this or that clamp or other widget for him. We talked about boats, of course, but also about dance, his daughter, the dancer (of whom he was clearly very proud), the theatre, and dozens of other subjects. I had a great time shooting the breeze with him then and for years to come. </p>
<p>We later sailed together many times on Pioneer and we both worked on the Wavertree as well. He was the first Captain with whom I worked as Mate, and later when I was training to drive the Pioneer as a newly licensed Captain, he gave me loads of pointers, especially about how to and how not to dock the boat.  </p>
<p>My wife and I kibitzed with Don sitting on the float between Pioneer sails on the Saturday of the weekend he died, and feel lucky to have to had a chance to say goodbye on happy terms, not knowing it really was goodbye.</p>
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