This year there will be a great deal of hoopla over the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the British liner Titanic on her first voyage (see story, p. 48). My father, Carl Stillwell, felt a kinship with that event for the rest of his life, because he was born on 30 March 1912, a little more than two weeks before the great ship sank. For years, his mother noted that he was the same age as whatever anniversary was being observed.

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