Rounding the Rocks

This is from one of the letters Frank wrote to me, in a card with a photograph of Cascade Head, Oregon:

Ignore what the back of the card says. This is really a photo of the entrance to Port Red Cloud, an important location in my novel The Engineer. You are the second person in the world to know what it looks like. Should it ever see publication, you can read about what happens there first-hand. If you squint, you can almost see Chazul's boat rounding the rocks and making its way into the port. Well, ok, you have to squint a lot, but it's there.

Had an interesting weekend in the best Chinese fashion. It included a major car accident. We weren't involved but had to stop by to help since my wife is a doctor and there were no emergency people on the scene. It also involved a minor accident that we were part of when we stopped to assist. You said something about being a former ER Nurse or EMT. Sorry, I don't remember what you did in your prior life but I recall that it was along those heroic lines. Anyway, being first on the scene sucks (as you know) and I think the people that respond for a living are terribly under appreciated. So, even thought you don't do that any more, please accept a belated thanks from a member of the general population who benefits from those who take on such careers.

Enough of the chatter. Time for some serious reading before the weekend is gone and I launch myself back onto the keyboard.

Cheers,
Frank

I'm squinting, Frank. I'm trying to see you rounding the rocks with Gretchen and finding a safe harbor somewhere far beyond this place, where you can be together forever. I pray that you are.