[excerpted from the unpublished novel, I imagine my salvation, a Menckenesque]
Watson is a magical name to say.
“Watson, come here,” it was said once, clear as a Bell.
“Elementary, my dear Watson,” is an answer we all know as well.
And too, there is the Watson of IBM, and the Watson of DNA.
But for me, there is even more wizardry than that!
Considering everything that happened to me in 1961, the most important thing of all did not. It happened to a cabin boy who had foolishly gone for a swim in Havana Harbor in 1749. More