My Uncle Tim was becoming more and more successful. He was the junior partner in ownership of a business, owning 49% of the business. His business partner was a financial backer only, my uncle ran the business, and it was a very successful business.
The family now owned a beautiful home in Downey, California, my aunt and uncle both had brand new cars, and my uncle had a large boat, not quite big enough to qualify as a yacht. My uncle loved anything having to do with boats or yachts, and was at sea any time it was possible. My aunt was terrified of water, couldn't swim and would become seasick on a boat anchored in the dock. She absolutely refused to go on board any of my uncle's boats.
She would, however, accompany him to view the boat races around Southern California. I would often go along with them, to keep my aunt company while my uncle and my cousin Dwight, checked out the racing. That spring we headed out to Lake Elsinore to watch the boat races. My aunt made a picnic lunch and we all sat around and watched the boats racing.
There was still ice and snow on the ground in the surrounding area, and it was a very cold day. My aunt and I sat inside the car, trying to keep warm. Our primary subject of conversation was my cousin, Michael. Michael was in trouble, had been caught, and now was about to be sent off to a youth camp run by the state for juvenile delinquents. Michael had attempted to derail a train. Fortunately, for whatever reason, someone had discovered his plot before the train had actually arrived. My aunt was torn with grief, knowing that the home situation was probably at least partially responsible. My uncle was still ignoring my cousin Michael, while devoting himself to my younger cousin, Dwight. My uncle and his family had plenty of money, but their lives were in turmoil. My aunt was very unhappy and my cousin Michael was becoming a lost soul.