Oh, right. This MD weekend I will let the dead worship the dead, for they know nothing.

My father was a WWII vet, disabled, (as is his son, but a VN Vet) who loved the sea. I divided his ashed into three parts: one went into Long Island Sound, where he taught me to fish; one went into the Atlantic off the coast of Stuart Florida, where he retired from everything but fishing; the last part went into the Pacific ocean off Sandy's on the North Shore, where he had friends when he came to spend his declining years with us.

Every time I go down to the sea is memorial day for me.
I don't know the location of VN Vets who served with me and came home prone.

I will go to the sea and honor them all, in my own way.