In 1957, my parents made a momentous course correction to the life they knew by deciding to leave England for a new job in a far away place called New Jersey.
My sister, brother and I were not overly burdened by the complex emotions of leaving our local friends and scattered family. We simply followed instructions and eventually found ourselves walking the plank that connected British soil to a thousand-foot-long ocean liner called the SS United States – the star of this book. A majestic symbol of American ingenuity and prosperity, and the fastest ship in the world, it was also a testament to one man’s vision and remarkable perseverance.
At ten, I didn’t care about any of that. I just wanted to see the Empire State Building. Sixty years later, here is the rest of the story.