There were five of us on that June day in 2012 — the Armenian Weekly team and Unger Tatul Sonentz-Papazian. “Heave, ho, and up she rises, early in the morning,” sang Unger Tatul on the bow of the ship cutting through the water to Provincetown, as we sipped rum from plastic cups. He promised that sitting outside, facing forward and drinking rum would keep sea sickness at bay. He would know; he and his spouse, the late Seda Khatanassian, had come …
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