I used to see Ken come into the Eastham Transfer Station all the time. He drove an old van and always had a pipe and he threw away strange boxes from magicians supply companies. I never said more than hello to him, as I did with countless others, but he was one of the "characters" I'd come to expect every week. It was only after reading his obituary that I found out just who this man really was. With my fascination with all things sail, pirate, and history, there would have been so much I would have loved to talk to him about. If I had only asked. I never really knew him, but Ken will always remind me never to to think twice about striking up conversation. You may be very surprised at who you meet.