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I say "Captain..." and my 14 year old responds "...Picard" He sees the sterile high tech of the spaceship. I smell the salty
dream of my childhood summers on the Black Sea Coast: Fishing boats coming ashore heavy with the slippery silver of their catch, graceful movement of sweaty muscular sun smoked bodies....women
on the pier waiting...I wanted once to be one of them, and the girl in me is, probably, still longing for
her captain...But for now a Greek fishermans cap will do just fine.
Got a Big Head? We can help. We offer extra large and small sizes, just order below and expect a little longer delivery.
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