September 5th, 2001


A different liner came to port today.

There was another ship today.
She also has twin stacks.
A rarity now.

I remember the times of her maiden voyage from my youth .
She was the longest afloat.
She was the fastest, a record on that crossing.

Time has not been quite as kind to her.
She's been sold, perhaps more then once.
I haven't followed closely.
Her hull is now a different color, and you can tell.
Her name's been changed as well.
But I know who she is.
Up close, some of the plates are oil-canned from so many
years of doing battle with the waves and sea.
The sea always wins of course.

I do not see this one very often, maybe just twice this year.
And, each year, somewhat less it seems.
Too soon perhaps,
She will not be at all.

She sailed back out at five.


"No Quarter"
I've hung that sign by my desk for a year or two.
"Ask not, grant not.........."
It is a way of life, steeped in pride, the most insidious of all sin.

The nature of my job is that I solve problems. There is no
time to be involved, no time to care - how? or why?
Just get it done.

I must take life as it happens, neither whining nor regretting.
Not accepting, just dealing, and then going on to other things.

Indeed it is a way.

But. is it the best way?

My soul misses the warmth and comfort of emotion.
Pride is such a very cold, hard pillow.
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