Someone wrote “play Cockpit Light at my dock wedding”

Squawk ping. Stranger. Said they wanted Cockpit Light when they signed the papers dockside — not Spire pretty, not a lounge cover. The real one. Empty bunk energy and all.

I don't do advice columns. I sat with it longer than I meant to. There's something decent about a love that asks for the lonely song on purpose.

So if that was you: yes. Play it loud enough the crane operators complain. I'll be on the next leg, smiling like the coffee's still hot.