When I get a comment about it from a visitor I tell
them the story of how I had lunch there. I parked Alvin right there
in front of the wreck a few feet away. We sat there for about an hour
while Martin Bowen flew the little Jason Jr. vehicle around the anchors looking for
the printed name: Titanic.
Every time I look at that picture I remember
that moment. It was late in the day so it was getting cold,
down
into the 50's, the walls of the sub dripping with the condensation
from our breath. I had been driving all day so this was my
first chance to have lunch. There I was 2 1/2 miles down looking
out
the window eating an apple with no more concern than looking out the
living room window into the yard.
Sometimes
I look back to that time and it seems so surreal. did I really
do that? Would I do it again? Yes, I'm certain of that but alas that
job exacts too high a price. Nine months a year away from home,
that
I will pass on. But I will always have that picture to remind me.
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