another tale of the sea and the folly of men.
the horror was there already it's the phone and the journalism, the words in print and the invitation to imagine, every day I suppose another one, you could find someone who's compiling them all, but it cheapens the pain which is the vivifying spark, it's the pain that makes it significant, the pain of hearing, the pain of knowing, it's real, a real man, his real son, and the poor sonsabitches in the Coast Guard doing everything they could and LISTENING to their failure.