Audacious.

One story about my Brother Jim may define the word.

Jim was returning from Antigua with a load of 300 kg of “product” for the Columbians in secret compartments in a sailboat. When he arrived at Fajardo, PR he had planned to moor at one of the many permanent moorings in the harbor. Unfortunately, he had arrived right in the middle of the annual “Round the Island” race and the only spot open was on the Customs Dock, about 50 feet from the Customs shack and just down the road from the USCG and Navy at Roosevelt Roads.

While he was being inspected, he asked one of the officials if he knew of a good sailmaker, explaining that he had many damaged sails. As it happened, one of the officers had a cousin who ran a sail shop and the inspection was cut short to fetch a business card for Jim.

That night, the cargo was removed from compartments and loaded into sailbags. In the morning, the sailbags were marched to a waiting van, right in front of the entire Customs crew. Jim smiled and waved “Thanks” to them as he walked on “down the Hall”.

As Jimmy said, “Sometimes the most unlikely move is the best.” It had many applications.