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...before he was ten. Blond, boyishly engaging Gary woos with his high-register, artfully shaded renderings of Danny Boy and Unchained Melody. His ability to hold a note for a seeming eternity, he says, is a skill that comes from his many hours spent underwater working as a professional scuba diver. In that capacity, he claims the world's underwater endurance record in both salt (41 hr. 1 min.) and fresh (78 hr. 45 min.) water...
...estimated $25,000 a week. He lives in Manhattan with Second Wife Joanne and his three sons by his first marriage. By normal star standards, he is a most relaxed, easygoing man. But the frustrations do build, and he works them out on a dizzying number of interests: scuba diving, fishing, boating, drums, weights, photography, flying, astronomy, and currently singing and playing the guitar. Confesses Carson: "My threshold of boredom...
Finned and face-masked, they hardly look like prospectors. Yet hundreds of scuba divers on Florida beaches these days are out for treasure, not pleasure. Some have already struck it rich. In the past six weeks alone, more than $1,000,000 in lost gold and silver has been fished from the ocean bottom off Florida's east coast. With every reported haul, more and more Sunday divers take to the water, propelled by bubble-bright dreams of gleaming doubloons and pieces of eight, of jeweled swords and brassbound chests of bullion nestled in the coral...
...shoes, spell certain kinds of words; worst of all, he could no longer operate a typewriter. A former managing editor of FORTUNE, author of Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House, and an associate of Pollster Elmo Roper, Hodgins felt almost as dependent on his typewriter as a scuba diver on his air tank. Faced with a future of uselessness, he no longer wanted a future at all. He began waking up each morning "with one dominating thought: how pleasant and simple 'a solution it would be to be dead...
...came home to his little blue house down on the Florida Keys one day, his mother asked him what that look on his face meant. "There's an eight-foot dying dolphin in the fish pen," said Sandy. Sure enough, there in the pen was Flipper, with a scuba diver's spear stuck in him. "Get me a knife and the iodine," said Mom. Before long Flipper was cavorting, grinning, dancing on his tail, laughing a porpoise laugh that sounded something like a very old automobile starting on a very cold day-ugga-ugga-ugga-ugga, chug-chug...