Cuba Scuba Dive, Part II

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I couldn’t begin to tell you what this is. Something down deep in the sea with little feelers. This next one I was told was a brain coral with a bristle worm on it.

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What a Creator we have indeed! Look at all the colors undersea.

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And how about this for a profile?

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The Errol Flynn Of Sponge Divers

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I scored some pretty cool National Geographics last weekend, including this one from January 1947. Although I’ve seen the yellow and black covers throughout my life, including an entire wall in my grandparents’ den, I know of no one my age who ever sat down and actually read one. Perhaps the boys flipped through them for images of topless tribal women, but not to read what I have realized are 50 page articles. FIFTY PAGES!! I guess that’s what you did in days before TV and WordPress and facebook updates. You sat and read about sponge diving for six days solid. I don’t have that kind of time, but I did learn from looking at pictures that a tube went directly from their helmets into their butts.

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I also found out that ladies were paid to fashion sponges into fluffy wreaths, fit for a Christmas tree.

NatlGeoJan47-038 Uh-oh, happy hour is about to start. Come back tomorrow for our final installment of sponge culture.