5/5: I remember watching The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau as a mesmerized nine-year-old, completely awed by the beauty of the world under the ocean surface while at the same time absolutely taken in by the beautiful white ship Calypso (still the first thing that comes to mind when I think of a ship, any ship) and the amazing team of divers captained by a thin old man in a red wool cap —the one and only Jacques Cousteau. He was the man who embodied the allure of adventure and explorati...
