Intense time warp for me as I bumped into this old wreck as I picked my way down the Sherman Island Levy. 1964, my brother and I walking the upper deck of this very ferry on the exhilarating crossing to Coronado Island. I was maybe 8, my brother 6, the family Plymouth station wagon, with the rocket fins, safely stored below us. And here it is a thousand miles and decades away. Why here?. Its been a week of coincidences. Flying to New York, reading my copy of the "Rise and Fall of the Third Reich," the young guy next to me leaned over and said, "I designed that cover." And there was his name in the three point type, under "designed by." Interesting.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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