Wallace "Chappy" Mountjoy
1952 – 2014
Chappy Mountjoy joined the BoatUS Towing Department in 2000 as a Service Rep and was quickly promoted to Supervisor of Overnight Dispatch. In 2013 he opted to work from his home in the mountains of Virginia (on the aptly named Lands' End Road) as a Service Rep III. Chappy was truly an asset to the BoatUS family – a knowledgeable resource and a pleasure to interact with. He was always quick to help whether it was a co-worker or a stranded boater. And he had a remarkable ability to share entertaining stories. He will be missed.
Adam Wheeler, VP Towing, had this to say "Chappy was a valued member of our family. He was beloved by many of the towing companies to which he had become a familiar voice on the phone and most importantly a valued friend and co-worker to all of us in Towing."
John Condon, AVP Towing Operations, added "Chappy loved talking to people - and he was good at it. He loved helping people and assisted thousands of boaters to safety over the years. Chappy's enthusiasm and caring heart will be missed by all of us here in the Towing Department."
Carroll Robertson, SVP Claims, commented "Chappy was wonderful to work with. He would sometimes call me late at night regarding a difficult salvage, always seeking to do the right thing for our Members/insureds. He will be missed and fondly remembered."
Dana Holland, Supervisor of Claims Subrogation and Recovery, added "Just some words for Chappy… and for all of us who enjoyed working with him for so many years… we will miss him, he was family…most likely he will still be looking out for all those sailor's at sea. I took a well-known poem and changed it to suit Chappy":
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand sea winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints upon the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
And walk next to the foamy swash
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet sea birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Upon the sea my spirit flies.