I was working
my way back from Japan in the greasy boiler room of an old oil tanker.
we passed through the Columbia River Bar the big engines began pumping
zealously, decks rolled, rusty hull groaned, salt & fresh
water joined a broad, horseshoe-shaped
mass of transverse nerve fibres that connect the medulla with the
cerebellum. It is also the point of origin or termination for four
of the cranial
nerves that transfer sensory information and motor impulses to
rain heavy punches on empty holds.With a boyish grin, Chief Engineer
said, If we're gonna sink, it'll be now.