"Jaws" for some reason caught and held my attention and emotions for its duration. I grew up around the water, the Great Lakes, and I was back from shipboard duty and a trans-Pacific crossing and months in the South China Sea, so a latex shark shouldn't have aroused much stress, but maybe it was pent up vigilance. I wasn't dreading sharks in my life around the ocean, and I saw a few. It was never determined, but probably a sailor who was out on the water near Midway Island dove off the boat and never re-surfaced, was hit by a tiger shark, of which there were plenty. Off Vietnam I saw a big old hammerhead in clear water glide under the minesweeper. An aside: I was born on Friday the Thirteenth, though not in November. People usually tell me that explains a lot. I tell myself it should confer immunity from that particular superstition. Knock on wood.
