I first learned of C. Wheaton Vaughan's existence during my early teen age years (circ. mid 1950's), as we shared a number of friends in common. However, it was not until the winter of 1971 that I finally caught up with him, skiing in Taos, New Mexico. It was early morning, and I had just sat down on the chair lift to go up the mountain, when all of a sudden another fellow hopped onboard just as we started off. We soon exchanged pleasantries, and it was not long before he learned that I was from Rhode Island, offering the observation that someone with a name similar to his had owned a well known sailboat there. I rapidly put two and two together, and asked him if his name was Wheaton Vaughan. When he answered in the affirmative, I quickly introduced myself, and we ended up spending the rest of the morning skiing together. That evening he, Beverly, my wife, Linda and I gathered for after dinner drinks at a local "hangout". The following morning, Linda and I departed for Arizona, and I regret to say that our paths never crossed again, although as before, his name would periodically pop up in the course of my travels.
My belated and sincere condolences to Beverly, and the rest of his fine family.