David Wooster

I’m very impressed with David Wooster, another scientist, who gave me a very nicely presented, packaged and documented sample of his DNA, when I met him, and played a video he’d composed on an ordinary laptop computer, an excellent job of amateur movie production.

What can I say? David came down to sell a Watkins sailboat, which I was about to buy, when somebody beat me to the punch, getting a free handheld Garmin GPS device in the bargain. I don’t know why I was impressed with it at the time, considering what a little deal it’s become since then. The gent who bought the boat disagreed with me on the definition of foil, as in airfoil and hydrofoil, but he was probably right.

David’s not only a sailor. He’s a son of Ann Ziegler Williams, a most impressive and as yet under-collected artist, whose oils will make collectors very rich, because they’re so excellent. There just happens to be one in this house, but my favorite is hers of John and Fay Omond, my neighbors when I lived on the water.

If I recall correctly, his sister’s name is Heidi, who was young when I first met her and has become a most delightful young lady, and a brother went to Belgium, where he met a beautiful young lady who returned with him to America, holding everybody who meets her in thrall. What a family!

Oh, and everybody knows how beautiful and remarkable Ann is, once president of Miami’s NOW chapter, she can’t help it. Her mother was for many years one of the very best art coaches for Hallmark Cards in its infancy, whose work was prodigious and fabulous. She helped very much in making the company what it is today, and her daughter Ann a great artist.

Ann Ziegler Williams needs no brushes, preferring to use rags. Her paintings are unique, both realistic and impressionistic, and have leave an indescribably feeling of “remarkable” in the mind of their beholder. With a Williams in the room, it’s hard to look elsewhere.

She does portraits, often of couples and families, so well, why bother painting anything else, even if you do live on a boat, surrounded by nature?

John Omond, my neighbor and Ann’s, as well as her subject (with Fay, a dear lady of whom I thought Mother for years), was a member of the Fabian Society appointed to help decide whether India should be freed, and he joined the consensus in voting yea. Not long after, the Labor Party agreed, and it became their stance, too.

He’d been a long-time farmer, instrument quality control examiner, and long-time professional sailor, and was a most interesting conversationalist, as sailors often are, especially on the subject of evolution, which wasn’t being trumpeted at the time, and British history of his times, a genius, but alas, unheralded.

The State of Florida paid for his heart operations, including a pig valve, enabling him to live 25 years longer than he otherwise might. Though he and Fay longed for their native Orkney Islands in Scotland, they enjoyed living with their six beloved dogs in Miami and living on a boat, which is great fun, come what may.

David Wooster recently “friended” me. We shall discuss molecular biology with abandon!


One Response

  1. Hi Marshall,

    How is everything going in Miami? I came across your blog after doing a Google search. Didn’t know you had one. Do you remember what happened to the guy who bought the boat?

    Take care.
    David Wooster

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