I met Jimmy Jazwinski at sea in the summer of 1966.
Or really, we met near Le Havre, France, on our way out to sea. We were each about nine and headed across the Atlantic on board the SS United States — a luxury ocean liner in her prime, with a capacity of about 1,900 passengers and a crew of over 1,000, operated by the United States Lines.
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