Fictional books are our escape from daily duties, airport delays, and can’t-sleep nights. This story should be the way to handle those tasks. I only hope that you enjoy the reading as much as I did...view moreFictional books are our escape from daily duties, airport delays, and can’t-sleep nights. This story should be the way to handle those tasks. I only hope that you enjoy the reading as much as I did the writing.
Lucky me.
I’ve always been a lucky guy. My twenty-one-year career in the U.S. Coast Guard took me from Istanbul to Hong Kong and from the North Pole to the Panama Canal. I’ve sailed through the worst of North Atlantic winter weather and through a hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico. (The gulf was better.)
My luckiest break was when I met Sophia, a Greek maiden, while sailing from Rhodes, Greece, on the CGC Courier. It took about ten seconds to fall in love, and three months later, I proposed. She couldn’t say yes until her father approved of me. This meant I had to learn to speak Greek. I memorized ten new words a day for six weeks. I would’ve learned Chinese Algebra to win her hand.
We’ve been blessed with two children, a son and a daughter, who helped me survive the no-fun years of an elderly widower. God needed Sophia as an angel after we’d only had fifty-one years, five months, ten days, and eight hours of our marriage before she died. I see her in my dreams and still love her with every molecule of my being.view less