Finding myself on the deck of the Queen Mary in long beach, staring up the support ropes to the crow’s nest, I couldn’t help but wonder what ship life would have been life when the voyages were in full effect. Was there a group of crow’s nesters? Was it a rotation? Was it just one old man with a huge white beard and a propensity for doom and gloom? Without some serious research or some well placed phone calls I doubt I’ll ever know the answer. But in my mind, Gus, the closer-to-death, surly man still lives on as one of the ghosts of the Queen Mary.