A couple of memorable events happened in 1912, according to a Wikipedia reference: “April 14–15 – Sinking of the RMS Titanic: RMS Titanic strikes an iceberg in the northern Atlantic Ocean and sinks with the loss of more than 1,500 lives. The wreck will not be discovered until 1985. … April 16 – Harriet Quimby becomes the first woman to fly across the English Channel.”  

We’ve been to the Titanic exhibit in Las Vegas and went to several smaller tour sites throughout the years. It has yet to deter us from taking a cruise, although the upcoming trip to Alaska will probably get us too close to icebergs. In reality, the virus will probably be our biggest threat. 

Many of my friends are starting their winter migration to Florida now that the holidays are behind us. I’m starting to see their Facebook posts and will begin the process of setting up rendezvous dates. We already plan to go to Vanderbilt Beach in a few weeks for the night to see some Indy friends. Others just arrived in Sebastian, Florida and my sister just settled in her new place in Leesburg. I was going to go to Kissimmee yesterday but ended up in St. Petersburg at Comic Com. Eight of us made the drive to see this geek-fest costume spectacle. My grandkids were enthralled but probably considered our stop at Dairy Queen the best part of the journey.  I can’t remember the last time I went to DQ for a Peanut Buster Parfait. Twelve years ago was the last reference in my diary, but it doesn’t say what I ordered. 

I had a couple of interviews yesterday with the Atlanta Braves, hoping to secure a part-time and/or volunteer position for Spring Training at the neighborhood stadium. The Grapefruit Season would be about twelve-weeks in length with training extending through mid-April. It might prove to be a nice break from the retirement routine, even if it involves that four-letter word – WORK. I think I would actually enjoy some of the Press Box duties, especially with my media background. I hope to hear back from them after also submitting some formal applications. After yesterday, I might be singing a whole new song: “Take me out to the Ball Game…take me out to the crowd…buy me some Peanut Buster…”