When my son Harry was in second grade, I used to joke that I was sure in another life he’d been a passenger on the Titanic. That was in 1997, and his near obsession lasted more than two years. He just couldn’t get enough of the people and the story of the doomed luxury liner.
His love of all things Titanic began with the non-stop promotion of the James Cameron movie, released that year at Christmastime.
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