Finders Keepers

1968, a year of profound historical and cultural change in America, at a time charged with hope, rapid social transformation, and political movements that would leave a lasting mark on the world.

The civil rights movement was at its height, even as the nation reeled from the heartbreaking assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert F. Kennedy.

Across the country, students staged walkouts and mass protests against the Vietnam War.

On television, Star Trek aired its first interracial kiss and the Apollo 8 became the first spacecraft to orbit the moon.

The food industrial complex hadn't figured out how to biohack our sugar addictions and morbid obesity so everyone was hot and sexual harassment, for the most part, was seen as charming.

It was an era of culture change, open minds, big ideas, and blissfully free of any anxiety that might be triggered by a comment section.

The signs you carried at protests were your status updates.

Everyone's relationship status was, it's complicated.

And America was still a few years away from learning that herpes is forever.

At the time, before tech startups were a thing, deep sea engineering was somehow the cool industry.

open floor plans, enormous contracts, and absolutely no one explaining what they actually did for work.

And out of all those companies, Global Marine was the one.

If you worked there, you knew you were on top.

Your boss was Curtis Crook, universally loved, somehow not terrifying, door always open.

And the respect everyone had for him, he gave it right back.

No ego, no weird power trips, just solid leadership before anyone called it that.

So yeah, it must have been wild when one day three CIA guys looking exactly like CIA guys just walked in past reception straight into the boss's corner office and were like, okay, everyone else, you need to leave.

Now.