It Started When A Woman Walked Into A Bar On A Cruise Ship

dock in Cozumel. She’d booked a snorkeling excursion, despite her children’s protests that it wasn’t safe for someone her age.

“I’m eighty,” she’d told them. “If I drown while looking at tropical fish, at least I’ll die doing something interesting.”

She wouldn’t drown, of course. She was a strong swimmer, always had been.

But even if she did, even if continue reading …