I
was working my way back from Japan in the greasy boiler room of an old
oil tanker. As 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.
From, "Inside
the Skull-House."
(In, Digital
Archive)
Photo of
JW by Faye Powell, Portland, Oregon, 2004.
