Now, soaking in the mid-afternoon rays of the sun, Barry lay on his favorite lounge chair, sunglasses on and head back against the blue and white striped towel.The book he had been reading, The Old Man and the Sea, a favorite of his ever since he once met Ernest Hemingway in a bar in Idaho, had dropped to his lap.His fingers tangled in the pages as though too exhausted to bear the weight of the book any longer.The sea breeze rolled in from deck 9 above and it gently and playfully ...