He sat on the deck alone most of the day watching the boats come and go. His white hair easy to see. As we left the harbor we waved and he waved back. July 2004.
5 posted on 01/25/2005 11:51:54 PM PST by crabpott
(' we are living in the strangest, most perilous, and unbelievable decade in modern memory' VDH)