I wonder as I rush to my seventy second birthday. Now I see yesterday as being more interesting than tomorrow.

It is like once when the motor on my crab boat quit and I waited patient for (perhaps) rescue. While I sat alone on my boat anchored up in the brown water salt creek surrounded by salt marsh grass I had no fears of yesterday or tomorrow.

In the distance I could see the Cape Romain light house and the adjacent tower and I knew I was not alone.

But now I am not so sure.

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