Close call on the Raffaello
A lifetime of cruise ship adventures has given me plenty to reminisce and write about, nearly all resulting in highly satisfactory experiences. But there have been a few close calls, too. One suspenseful adventure occurred to myself and my family while our ship was still moored to the dock. It was the last day of August 1968 in New York City when we were preparing to move to Spain, potentially to live in Europe for the rest …