Close Calls and the Inevitable Fallibility of Memory
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Our lives are punctuated by "what ifs." In January, 1981, my father’s well-worn 40-foot cabin cruiser sank while returning from a grouper-fishing trip about 60 miles out in the Gulf of Mexico. He’d bought her used, recently enough that he hadn’t yet chosen a name. Despite a pre-purchase inspection that declared her seaworthy, the bow stem had dry rotted and didn’t hold up. Realizing we weren’t going to make it to the marina, Dad saved our lives by running us aground on a sandbar a mile or so off Anna Maria Island’s Bean Point.
Close Calls and the Inevitable Fallibility of Memory
Close Calls and the Inevitable Fallibility of…
Close Calls and the Inevitable Fallibility of Memory
Our lives are punctuated by "what ifs." In January, 1981, my father’s well-worn 40-foot cabin cruiser sank while returning from a grouper-fishing trip about 60 miles out in the Gulf of Mexico. He’d bought her used, recently enough that he hadn’t yet chosen a name. Despite a pre-purchase inspection that declared her seaworthy, the bow stem had dry rotted and didn’t hold up. Realizing we weren’t going to make it to the marina, Dad saved our lives by running us aground on a sandbar a mile or so off Anna Maria Island’s Bean Point.