A Narrative Tale of Morocco

On Sept. 2, 1990, this 31 year old married ship officer was in two days hence about to go back to college in order to become a civil engineer, and no longer being away for a month or two - and probably not waiting until that end of college before my wife Louise and I having a few orphans. But that night a boat collision changed everything. As the sun rose, the surgery on the left, lower temple of my brain - the verbal part - had a little of it removed. Louise was gone, and I was back in grammar school for a cupful of years relearning the English language. Slowly I have risen through high school - not finished yet! This is a ten day excursion with my second wife Jane, myself, and over ninety other people on a tour though Morocco.