I Came Home From A Cruise At Eighty Three Until I Heard The Truth§

Lou. We’ll go see that blue water. We never did.

So I packed my blue suitcase and flew to Barcelona. I boarded that ship with my passport, two good dresses, Gerald’s old travel watch, and no expectations beyond fresh air and decent coffee.

On the third evening, somewhere between Dubrovnik and Corfu, I met Walter Brennan.

He was seventy-nine, tall in a continue reading …