A San Francisco ship's captain and pilot, whom he had met backstage after one of his meetings, wrote to him - the letter arrived yesterday morning - recalling how the Union had restricted him to certain waters by seniority; Neville had had him imagine the lecture room was the bridge of his ship at sea, and the man is now in Vancouver carrying lumber down to Panama with a year's work ahead of him.
Date (happened)
Yesterday morning’s mail
unresolved
- Yesterday morning’s mail
Place
Persons
Told
- c. 1954
Sources
Source
- Awakened Imagination 2 ¶16 (Yesterday morning’s mail brought me one, where, in San Francisco, this captain, a pilot, and he writes me that I saw him backstage after one of my meetings, and there he said, “But Neville, you are up against a stone wall. I am a trained pilot; I have go…)