It's hard,
especially for a student, to shed blinders once a course of action is
determined.

Three of us sailed into New London (or perhaps it was New Haven) one
dark night in the days when cans were painted black, and we had a weak
flashlight. With one guy on the bow, we'd inch up to a nun or a can
and read it off, and in the cockpit a second guy would determine where
we were and where away we should head, and the third guy made it so.
After much sweating and swearing we got ourselves safe in the
anchorage.

Next morning we woke up to find ourselves in New Haven (or perhaps it
was New London).

After that exercise in making the world fit one's mental pattern, I
have tried to be more skeptical of the evidence.


all the best -- Dan Ford
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