His face always reminded me of the ocean. Weathered, powerful, soft, and gnarled. The lines on his forehead, mirroring His face always reminded me of the ocean. Weathered, powerful, soft, and gnarled. The lines on his forehead, mirroring a lifetime of expressions, folded to enhance his surprise, curved upwards to mark his disbelief, and gently sloped to bracket his amusement. His eyes were a green...