by Ed Chalom

We have loved more in one brief summer than most people have loved in all their lives. Oh, how I wish you were a simple Icelandic fisherman so that you could stay with me rather than fly away. These parting words by his Icelandic girlfriend in 1955 were indelibly etched in the memory of Ed Chalom. On a return trip to Iceland with his daughter 48 years later, he undertook the task of tracking down his long-lost love. The trail took some unexpected and colorful turns. These memoirs, describing the fascinating