We've been reading about the cruise ship that went down off the coast of Italy. It looks so huge laying there on it's side in the water. There are still people missing. I looked at photos of it on the L.A. Times web site this morning and was shocked at the debris under the water. Bar stools, luggage, table clothes, dishes from the restaurants, and who knows what else floating around down there. It's like photos of the Titanic would have been if anyone had been alive to take any. The captain is being accused of cowardice. They say he left the ship before it sank, and abandoned the passengers and crew. I wouldn't want to be him, he's going to be blamed for everything.
Tom and I have been on a couple of cruises. The ships seem so huge, and though they dip and sway in the waves, they seem solid. People party the whole trip with no thought of anything going wrong. They pause for the obligatory life boat drill, then rush off to have more fun. The ice might melt in their margaritas, or they'll get a sunburn or hangover. What else can happen? It's a vacation.
In the old days people used to get their worldly affairs in order and pray before they went on a sea voyage. Everyone knew you could die out there. There were storms, rocks, pirates, all sorts of unpredictable danger and death. People knew that it was risky, and no one could take their personal safety for granted.
These days we feel that our safety is an entitlement and that nothing bad can possibly happen to us. If it does we know who to sue.