The stranger made a stir that summer of 1966 in Yarmouth, N.S.
Strong and handsome, blond hair and blue eyes, he seemed like something dropped out of a movie.
With his Quebecois accent, the well-dressed, clean-shaven young sailor turned a few heads.
Cora Doucette, then 19, noticed him. She didn’t know his name at first, so she called him Cute Guy.
“I forgot — or I chose to forget — my mother’s words about fishermen,” she said.
“Mum was concerned about us falling in love with a fisherman. Because she knew of friends who had lost loved ones like that. I never thought it
