A Titanic Trip
There are wounds we never see...
They are part of our refinements,
That allow a man to be.
There are wounds that bleed in silence...
With aristocratic grace;
There are tears we keep beside them;
Never seen upon a face
Dear God
Do you think it's wise
To remember everything that has ever happened?
Dear God
Could we compromise
Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting?
I believe what the prophets said...
That the oceans hold their dead.
As I contemplate this stand...
What I do,
Is who I am
I believe what the prophets said...
That the oceans hold their dead,
But at night when the waves are near...
They whisper...
And I hear”
--Jon Oliva from “The Wake Of Magellan” from the album of the same name, 1997.
Jen and I ventured out last Sunday to see the traveling Titanic Museum. In this show, sponsored by country companies, as one can clearly see, various artifacts were brought to the surface for viewers to see the largest disaster ever caused by an iceberg and ego-maniacal people.
We saw watches and trinkets, money, suitcases, buttons, notes, money, photos, a spittoon, and other treasures from the relic.
We were given a boarding pass to match our passenger at the end to see if we made it. I was married and took the cheap seats on the voyage. As a result, my wife, children and I perished. Jen was a wife who was in second class, a class above me. Lotta good it did her, she died as well as her husband and children, too.
Still it was interesting to see.
The problem was we arrived at 1:00 PM, and from where we started they said “3 hour wait.” We decided to stick it out. 4 and ¾ hours later, we arrived to where the picture above was taken, just before the entrance. Now Jen looks a bit like Kate Winslett to me, but I am not Leonardo Di Capreo at all. The walk through exhibit lasted about 25 minutes from start to finish.
We would go ten feet every fifteen minutes. We both were sunburned and our backs were sore. Still we waited. Jen took a break to get some chocolate from the Borders in the mall where this exhibition was showing—the exhibit was in the lot. WE saw a woman feint twice and EMT’s were called. The classy people of Peoria, Illinois, were understanding and made room for the EMT’s to help, except for a few jokers who were taking pictures (and no I am not kidding) of the person suffering heat stroke. Where would you share that photo?
Afterwards we went to the Kaiserhoff German Restaurant, which had 16 German beers on tap, including a wide variety of excellent (I am confident) wheat beers and Pinikatas and BBK Dark.
I had none; although I had a Sprecher Root Beer from the tap. It was good.
When we arrived home, after Jen slept in the car, me jamming out to Kamelot and cranking the air-conditioning, we entered her house, hit the TV, and found Titanic on TNT.
We were both a bit creeped out by the irony.
--Jon Oliva from “The Wake Of Magellan” from the album of the same name, 1997.
Jen and I ventured out last Sunday to see the traveling Titanic Museum. In this show, sponsored by country companies, as one can clearly see, various artifacts were brought to the surface for viewers to see the largest disaster ever caused by an iceberg and ego-maniacal people.
We saw watches and trinkets, money, suitcases, buttons, notes, money, photos, a spittoon, and other treasures from the relic.
We were given a boarding pass to match our passenger at the end to see if we made it. I was married and took the cheap seats on the voyage. As a result, my wife, children and I perished. Jen was a wife who was in second class, a class above me. Lotta good it did her, she died as well as her husband and children, too.
Still it was interesting to see.
The problem was we arrived at 1:00 PM, and from where we started they said “3 hour wait.” We decided to stick it out. 4 and ¾ hours later, we arrived to where the picture above was taken, just before the entrance. Now Jen looks a bit like Kate Winslett to me, but I am not Leonardo Di Capreo at all. The walk through exhibit lasted about 25 minutes from start to finish.
We would go ten feet every fifteen minutes. We both were sunburned and our backs were sore. Still we waited. Jen took a break to get some chocolate from the Borders in the mall where this exhibition was showing—the exhibit was in the lot. WE saw a woman feint twice and EMT’s were called. The classy people of Peoria, Illinois, were understanding and made room for the EMT’s to help, except for a few jokers who were taking pictures (and no I am not kidding) of the person suffering heat stroke. Where would you share that photo?
Afterwards we went to the Kaiserhoff German Restaurant, which had 16 German beers on tap, including a wide variety of excellent (I am confident) wheat beers and Pinikatas and BBK Dark.
I had none; although I had a Sprecher Root Beer from the tap. It was good.
When we arrived home, after Jen slept in the car, me jamming out to Kamelot and cranking the air-conditioning, we entered her house, hit the TV, and found Titanic on TNT.
We were both a bit creeped out by the irony.
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