I guess the best place to start is at the beginning. My daughter and I were taking a cruise together because I planned on taking a job in Ghana and wouldn’t see her for a year. We had booked things together and made our plans. We had both been through a rough patch and so it was time to enjoy one of the activities we loved most, cruising. We boarded the ship, unpacked and went to dinner. I didn’t get the seating I prefer and so went to the dining room, and at our table was a man in his 90’s sailing alone. He introduced himself in his New York accent and began sharing his story. He’d been through a rough patch too, and his son had suggested he might want to cruise. I had not had many conversations with 90 year olds, but he seemed educated and interesting. Who knew where it would lead? Certainly not me.