I think I have a good memory. But I forgot this: Sixty-five years ago our family stopped at a Jersey diner on our way to board the Queen Mary for Cherbourg. I was nine years old, and had yet to … Read More
A Tale of Two Stacked Ladies
Jack Dawson, I’m calling you out. 1961. The first photo I ever took, long before the selfie craze. My photo op was dramatic only to me. Steaming across the Atlantic, the Queen Mary’s three smokestacks poured a layer of smoke … Read More