Ol’ Sharkey was in love with little Tabitha Green, mullet and all. But it was never meant to be - he knew that now.
Pleading, she put her hand on the tank, and Sharkey resisted the temptation to reach up with a fin. It would be an empty gesture. Plexiglass was far from the only thing that separated them. Just keep swimming, he said to himself. Just keep swimming.
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July 21, 1993. “Where Sharks Face Off With Gentler Souls,” read the headline on an article published that month about the New York Aquarium in Coney Island. “This is a bargain for those in search of the deeper perspective,” wrote the reporter, who traveled there with his son. Or maybe just a scare: “If you were to mix one drop of blood with a hundred million drops of salt water,” he noted, “a shark could detect that drop of blood as far as a quarter mile away.” Photo: Andrea Mohin/The New York Times