A night to remember
A century ago, television missed the story. Too soon to get the whole contraption up and running. The intention, obviously, is to make up for it, this time around. I’m in the middle of a Titanic marathon.
Complete with interviews of descendents, footage from the underwater exploration back in the ’00s, shots from the graveyard in Halifax; a smorgasbord of anything and everything related. Even the collectors are getting their chance to show off the floatsam and jetsom that adorns their basement (shrines). Heck, there’s even a robot that has brought up 5500+ artifacts.
Movies, books, a complete library of magazine articles and reprints. If you didn’t know about the horrors of a shipwreck, hang onto your hat. The next week or two will have the name of RMS Titanic out there and unavoidable.
I admit, it was interesting to see the stuff on display at Cape Race last summer. I mean, as an Islander, I still think that Cape Bear was the first place to hear about the sinking, but that’s just because… and if ever I spot a Marconi key on eBay that is within my budget, I’ll be bidding, just because…
Come to think of it, I’ll have to turn the radio on next weekend, just in case there’s an echo in the ether. Imagine, hearing CQD with my own ears. And if the calling station identifies, and is within the legal frequencies for me to respond… No, it won’t happen like that. Instead, I’ll just listen to the memorial stations and stop to remember.
