Monday, June 9, 2008

There's a stoic wisdom some exhibit on the sea that borders on melodrama. During a squall, someone will nonchalantly grab something that's rolling across the deck; their only thought would be, "Why wasn't this made off?"

A ship's deck is a very small place, for all the supposed "romance" it holds for lubbers. A sloop's cockpit is an even smaller place. And although a skipper can cram a massive ego behind the helm and bark drink orders to the mate below, there's always that bone attached to the inside of the back of the skull from which originates the Shiver of the Hero. The thing that resonates to the fear and to the necessity of action. Some traditionalists will insist that the "hero" is the one who dies. Besides being a very xtian sentiment, remembering someone for dying is tragically unfair.
It's forgetting an awful lot of living.

Roger Stone, 53, died while helping rescue his crewmates on Cynthia Woods, during the Galveston to Veracruz "Regata de Amigos." (AP story and photo) They'd struck something and had lost their keel and capsized. Thoughts go out to his family and mates, and special kudos to the hero Steve Conway, the safety officer who kept the crew together.

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