Yes there is but it requires a heavy dose of LSD.
You just do not want to go there...
Ha---When the Thresher went down on sea trials I believe I had a dozen family working on that yard--everyone involved in some way with that boat. Not only did they loose the crew but the Civilian Sups. that were instrumental in all forms of the work done.
Probably one of the worse disasters to hit this area. A real nightmare for just about everyone in the small comunity had some ties to that boat, be it the teachers in the schools the crews kids went to--the businesses in the area that had the family's for customers and knew them and family well. The churches the family's attended, Every one thunder struck.
Here he comes,------ Rickover with fire snotting out his nose and flames 3 feet long from his ass.
Fights broke out in the bars the Civilian workers stopped at over what department was responsible for this state of affairs. Pipe fitters to the Nuclear Riggers were in hand to hand combat as they desperately prayed that their department was not to blame
Then it was found that the EX O had been sent home before the trials as his wife had gotten liniment in her eyes and was blinded. A book was written about the luckiest man alive.
I was there and watched my father age over night. One night I hear a sound down stairs to find my dad sitting with tears in his eyes holding a paper match book with the Ships motto on the front, ' Dive Deeper, Stay Longer.'
BTW Frank, My cousin, Maclease was rescued from the Squalis and lived until about 10 years ago. For all the years until his death he was the man in this area that once a year threw out the Wreath on the anniversary of the sinking.
Dad was on an ASR at that time and was steaming north as fast as the boat would go, This was before the SCUBA was invented by that crazy little French man. The rescue using the diving bell--for some reason Hansons comes to mind, I may be wrong here. about the name of the bell, anyway Dad was so disappointed that he was too late to be there to rescue his cousin.
One of those odd quirks of fate we have, back in the early 1980 I met a friends uncle in VA. that had also survived the sinking. His name was Mowery I believe and was well acquainted with my family---Small world.