In my youth, I was given a greeting card with this sentiment... "Don't worry, your ship will come in. But with your luck you'll probably be at the airport." Funny, then. Perhaps even prophetically true. Now, decades later, I am offended. Slightly. I anchor words into my being as if I were the sea. Enough. I am just shy of sixty-five. I have this to to say to that little greeting card... should my ship come in and I am at the airport then I am just going to get on the damn plane. Take that Hallmark.