Richard DaubOn a wood paneled wall in his grandmother's Long Island home had been hung a creepy painting of the grandfather he'd never met, a ship captain supposedly so frightening that the author, as a boy, could see fear in the eyes of the adults whenever theyspoke of "The Captain", who, by then, had been dead two decades, wild tales of land and sea they probably never imagined the boy would recall later in life as a washed-up journalist turned fiction writer. Read More Read Less