Reply #50: my bro's ship was so old and so often on Delta that they called her the Delta Queen [View All]

The trip to Bermuda AFTER the one when they hit the breakwater entrance to the harbor, they found the bars in town had a new drink to offer them: Chinco on the rocks

Glad you made it home from that horrible war. Glad there are honest people who can tell of the days.

RFK, that silent Wednesday on campus... I caught a lot of flack as kids were praying he would pull through. I said it would be a horrible thing. He would not be him anymore and it seemed that would be more unkind than death. They didn't take too kindly to my thoughts. But I could not imagine such a vital man wanting to live reduced to a shell with no mind anymore. That was the day I understood the point of Cassandra, and the loneliness of daring to speak truth, no matter how painful.

I still weep for the loss, but I could not be dishonest with myself and pretend he would be OK. The damage would not be healed. Nor could I be so selfish as to pray he would live, when it meant being without a working mind. But I still cry and such horror will always remain personal.