Be forewarned. There are no traces of my trademark dry humor to be found in this story and there’s no happy ending. It’s probably as close as I’ve come to my trip to Valhalla. In October of 1972 it happened like this: Rod Temple and Robbie McIlvaine were waiting for me when I drove up … Read more
A dive trip used to be the prefect opportunity to get away from the real world and concentrate on the fish, but are formerly intrepid divers succumbing to the fear (real or imagined) of being caught in a terrorist attack?