YACHTERS, THE GOOD, BAD AND THE UGLY: JOHN AND MARY
JOHN DARRELL AND MARY MEDOR; From Riverside, New Jersey, their tiny little non-descript white plastic live aboard sloop was named; “Pegasus” were drawn like moths to the flame and into the melting pot of drop-out boaters in St. Augustine along with so many other seasoned social misfits of the 1970s. These included; The rattled radicals The pissed off protesters and pathetic patriots The disgruntled drop-outs The passionate passion-flower live-ins The sycophantic sympathizers The disillusioned dissenters And everybody had some kind of an actionist ax to grind. John and Mary spent their first Florida winter in St. Augustine and then sailed south with the ebb and flow of the seasons to Marathon down in the Florida Keys. The following spring when the seasons changed Mary and John were drawn back to their newly adopted hometown in the Old City. both took jobs and worked for Chuck Crowley at the St. George Tavern on St. George St.
John came along on several boat deliveries that I made as far away as Mexico and Trinidad and Tobago off the South American coast. I found out that quiet and easy going John was one of the few seamen that I could implicitly trust with the care of a vessel in every detail. Unsupervised he did the job. Their little sailboat “Pegasus” soon became just too small to live aboard and John and Mary rented an apartment from St. Augustine’s want-to-be guru Stan Thompson over on Pine Street across from the Mission Park grounds…a lovely location with a spectacular view. Chain smoking Mary with her raspy inhalers cough was diagnosed with throat cancer while she was working as a barmaid at the St. George Tavern. She underwent radical surgery that left her seriously disfigured but miraculously still alive. While Mary was hospitalized and recuperating Jane held down Mary’s job at the St. George Tavern. Would you believe this? Mary after all she had been through with her painfully disfiguring ordeal actually went back to her chain smoking. This had to be some kind of a senseless death wish that mind warped Mary was on her way to fulfilling. John and Mary later split up and John opened a little neighborhood tavern over on Vilano Beach called “The Sand Spur”.