My happy acquaintance with Wild Goose Island in the St. Lawrence River, and with the family of Cleveland “Clee” Dodge, Jr. that own it, was an outgrowth of the fact that Clee’s daughter Alice was one of the best friends of the lady I was courting in London in the 1980s. . . .
Speaking softly, Ray Wade points out that he made 56 trips in convoys to Britain, eventually working his way up to second mate status. Wade also remembers that first convoy, that first trip, heading out into the North Atlantic Ocean. With who knew what waiting for them . . .