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After graduating from another high school, Judi attended<br />

the Utica (New York) School of Commerce.<br />

By 1960, at age 20, Judi was managing a company in<br />

Orlando, Florida, and working in fundraising events<br />

when she met Dan, co-founder of Roberts and Gilman<br />

Real Estate. They began working together, building the<br />

real estate business to 17 offices. “One morning, Dan<br />

called me and said to pack a bag and meet him at the<br />

airport,” said Judi. “He flew his Beechcraft Bonanza up<br />

to Georgia, and we got married in Kingsland.”<br />

“If I could choose to share the most<br />

shocking story of my life, it would be<br />

that I survived.”<br />

When economic clouds began to gather in the early<br />

’70s, Judi and Dan left the real estate business to pursue<br />

a life on the water aboard their 40-foot Newporter Ketch,<br />

Capricorn. I asked Judi if she would share an interesting<br />

story, to which she replied: “If I could choose to share the<br />

most shocking story of my life, it would be that I survived.<br />

One moonlit night in the Exumas, we were thrown out of<br />

our rubber Zodiac in Salt Pond Bay. The dinghy turned in<br />

a circle, and the propeller sliced Dan in the face, cutting<br />

under his eye and removing teeth. He pushed me down<br />

just before the boat hit, and on the second pass, it struck<br />

him again, cutting his leg and hand.<br />

“The tide was going out at 4 knots, taking us into open<br />

water. We couldn’t swim against it. Dan grabbed for the<br />

last possible chance of salvation. A native sailing sloop<br />

was anchored just outside the harbor, and a sail dangled<br />

down off the long boom into the water. He caught hold<br />

of the canvas with his left hand, and as I drifted close,<br />

he got my hand. We hung there, him bleeding and me<br />

screaming for help.<br />

“Every night, we saw sharks in that harbor, and they were<br />

big sharks. The crawfish boats cleaned and dumped their<br />

tanks there when returning after weeks of fishing, so no<br />

one would swim there. Finally, we were heard by one<br />

man on a schooner who, in his tiny rowing dingy, came<br />

to our rescue.<br />

“The natives on shore refused to touch Dan, saying<br />

he was a ‘dead mon.’ We wrapped his T-shirt around<br />

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