Bumping this early for Throwback Thursday.
I keep thinking about Jack and Ennis fifty years ago. They just met last week on June 5 (perhaps). They're talking about the Thresher, and having a grand time.
To think they were only together for a few short weeks of summer. Makes me think of this:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
--Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
