I really did!
Actually, it’s happened several times.
In a previous chapter of my ongoing Memories series (they’re all listed at the bottom here), I wrote about witnessing the moving reunion in death of a man who had been separated as a little boy from his father decades before on the deck of the dying Titanic.
At the end of that post, I mentioned that after the man’s ashes were scattered over the frigid North Atlantic out the back of a Coast Guard patrol plane, I tossed out a plastic Diet Pepsi bottle carrying two of my business cards. I promised to explain that strange behavior.
This is that explanation.
When I was a little boy of maybe eight or nine, my family took the car ferry from Massachusetts out to Nantucket Island. I was in awe. I had been on boats before, but never out of sight of land.
Big things have always impressed me. Big mountains. Big forests. Big rockets. But I…
