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.
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