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Many people today don't want honest answers insofar as honest means unpleasant or disturbing, They want a soft answer that turneth away anxiety.

Ezra and I enjoyed a light little jaunt rowing around Kangaroo Bay at the recent Seafarer's Festival down in Bellerive. Henry politely declined.

There is always some specific moment when we become aware that our youth is gone; but, years after, we know it was much later.

Oops!

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

Here are Henry and Jen up on the bridge of a bloody great oil tanker. Perhaps some helpful commenter could tell us the precise name of the ship in question.