On my way to another location in Venice in 1994 I came upon an accident scene. Hot rodding kids had side swiped two old fishermen. The fishermen swerved and struck a piling, causing one of the men to also hit the piling head on. Moments later our boat appeared and we hauled the apparently dead man into our boat and sped back to Venice. I was cradling his head in my lap when he regained consciousness for a moment I turned him over to my assistant and his girlfriend, stood up and took a diary photograph in color as we sped past the Island of the Dead.


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