Memoirous

Readers of this blog, both of you, know that I’ve written in the past about tsunamis. There was something that drew me to the Christmas Day, Boxing Day event in the Indian Ocean those years ago—the sudden loss of life that resonated with the death of both my elderly parents and the subsequent opening of the will where I discovered I’d been disinherited. I was blindsided by the betrayal and greediness of my siblings. Just like those enveloped by waves, I was bowled over. I know the analogy is not the same. Those people died or at the very least were physically impacted. I was mentally and spiritually deluged. For me life has not been the same. Now I’m learning about rogue waves. A news headline at the BBC mentioned a passenger on a cruise ship bound for Antarctica had been swept overboard by a rogue wave. I had to investigate this phenomenon.   I’d first been alerted (no pun intended, maybe) to the idea by a post at a Facebook group about Old Chicago. Apparently in 1954 a ro...