Tom:
When I worked for them, it became obvious to me in short order that the powerhouse in the group was Bob Johnson, whom I worked for on the Grifon. Bob was one of the best guys I ever worked for and I admired him greatly... still do. We kept in touch with one another over the years. Dan Thompson's son, Dan Jr. also worked with me on the Grifon, but he was attending college at USF and I have not heard from him since. The Thompsons lived in Indian Harbour Beach, and Bob Johnson took over the marina there. I went to the Thompsons house once to get some pictures of the old Derelict and about 5 years ago, I saw Dan Sr. at a Bob Marx lecture in Eau Gallie.
I worked on the Derelict when Rex Stocker was the skipper, and over the following years I did some short stints with Rex and Sam Staples on boats running under "Doubloon Salvage". I have talked to Rex on the phone once or twice in the last 30 years, but we have yet to meet up after all this time. I only met Kip Wagner once, and when we had our annual end-of-season lobster cookout at the "Crow's Nest" (used to be in the area of the shower house at present-day north Sebastian Inlet jetty) Lou Ullian, Del Long, Dan Thompson and Doc. Kelso would be there as I recall. Only went to two of those partys.
When I worked with Real 8, we (the crew) were simply paid hands and not paid that much either. At the end of the season, we got an 8 reale. Considering that they had thousands of them on hand, that should be a pretty good indicator as to what level of esteem we achieved as their "employees". We were paid $90.00 for a 60 hour week, almost always at the Cabin Wreck. Did not matter how the water was at the time: we went there and dove it regardless. We took turns working on the Gold Digger with the Fishers up at Corrigans.
There were only two divers on the Derelict that were there for sport: Larry Harvey and John DeBry, both of whom had their own money. The rest of us were wage earners and I was the only one who made a living as a commercial diver. The rest were college students or surf bums looking for summer cash. Kip Kelso Jr. was an anchor monkey and he kept watch on the compressor. Have not heard from him since then either. He was just a young kid at the time.
But, you just don't know how much fun your really having till the good times are gone. Just like life. I'm positive that any of the Real 8 would tell you the same.