Whatever Thrills You, Anything You Love To

The Ocean Has Always Been A Salve To My Soul.

I Was Suppose To Be A Jesuit Priest Or A Naval Academy Graduate.

What Would Pop-eye Do In A Tight Spot Like This?

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Go Fast Enough To Get There, But Slow Enough To See.