"Come, my Friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of the western stars until I die. It may be the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles."
Tennyson
My dear friend, New York City resident and world traveler, Bill Wormington, reached a final resting place this weekend when we spread his ashes among the cherry trees in Central Park.
