I was hanging out at the Sports Saloon the other day. One of the interesting things about Mexico is "Gringos" will talk with each other regardless of our background, age, sex, wealth (or lack of), religion, etc. I met a guy named Steve Cherry, a career Navy Warrant Officer with a rather unique story. I asked Steve if I could interview him.....here's his story. Steve served twenty-five years in the U.S. Navy. He spent time at Cat Lo in the Makong Delta of South Vietnam, the Red Sea, Persian Gulf, the Great Lakes, Japan, China and the Philippines. His love has always been the sea. On one trip, in 1972 he was on a returning tour from the Far East on the Cleveland LPD7 and aboard ship on the flight deck was a Ketch. Steve's job was to make sure all was secure on the ship including the Ketch that he fell in love with. Later in 1979, while still on active duty, he bought his own forty-one-foot Ketch in Taiwan. He sailed around for a while and then sold the boat in Japan. In 1981 Steve retired from the Navy. He worked a seven day a week, fourteen hour a day job repairing Navy ships in San Diego. He burned out on the job and decided to move to Portland, Oregon in 1988 and bought a fifteen acre mini ranch. Steve was land locked. Later he flew back to San Diego from Portland where from 30,000 feet in the air he saw the sea again and knew what he wanted. In 1994 after a divorce he bout another forty-one foot Ketch /Formosa - The Witch of Endor) in Tacoma, Washington and lived in it for two years. Tiring of the weather in Tacoma he sailed to San Diego, where again he lived on the boat for two years as he did repair work and priming it for his great adventure. He left San Diego in July 2000 sailing south to Ensenada where he stayed for four months. Steve then went to Turtle Bay, Mag Bay, Cabo and La Paz for two months. He arrived in Mazatlan on the first day of February and plans to stay until Carnaval is over. He loves Mazatlan. He feel that there is plenty to do, it is a very cosmopolitan city, the weather better than Baja and the women prettier. He had made twelve stops