He knew he should tell Jimmy about what it was like to travel by plane and train in foreign climes. This lad was growing up in a world of instant video conferencing, electronic documentation, standardised agreements. Business was only done on laptops, and these were operated by pimply youths whose only other career opportunity was in tele sales. He couldn't think of the way to describe the cut and thrust of international shipping business negotiations, so just as he did when given the choice of E-chartering business training or retirement, he took the easy way out. Not now, Jimmy.
Granddad needs to rest.
With that, he drifted back to sleep as Julie Andrews mysteriously, and with some subliminal sinister intent which Mac had never been able to figure out, dressed up a bunch of young brats in some old curtains. As soon as he closed his eyes, the old dreams came back to haunt him. Bermuda was nice, especially when Oceanic Finance Corporation still had a penthouse suite overlooking Hamilton Harbour. In the days before 'overhead' became more than an inconspicuous word on the balance sheet. Mac had done his two year stint there.