We'll See You in France, or We Will See You in Heaven

Two men set out to row across the atlantic, 32 hundred miles from lower manhattan to lahavre. The logs tell us that their boat was out past the sight of land by the morning of monday, june eighth. Conditions were calm but foggy, visibility limited, though they had the sea, but the sea. We only have to think of kate winslet, blue lipped and ashen on a bobbing broken door leo slipping down into the black to know how bad an atlantic crossing can go for even grandest vessels.