I don’t care to read of other people's dreams, it has nothing to do with
me, so I will tell you a real story. The day after my anniversary, I walked
along the docks of Faro, saw a sign, a cargo ship needed a chief steward.
I walked up the gangway, spoke to the captain and got the job.
On deck when the provision arrived; I was in charge just like before.
The captain came, he looked baffled; according to my passport, I was 73
and far too old to join a ship. The master thanked me, getting victuals
onboard, signing for them and getting the food stuff safely stored.
The ship left without me but her captain saluted me, it was raining, no
one saw my tears. Whatever I do these days, even driving a car, there are
people telling me I’m too old. Yet in Japan their oldest porno star, a man
of 77 and still working, so why will they not let me go back to sea again?
