bottoms up
finally, fishing with the skipper. mostly scup and non-keeper sea bass but there were a few fried up that night, plus the thrill of the iphone-worthy sand shark. way too many people onboard so lots of tangled lines. i would have normally thrown up or spent the trip horizontal, but i happened to have on me some dramamine type stuff from the stupid bike fall and consequential cat scan. i won’t get into the details, let’s just say i spent a week studying natasha richardson’s last hours. regarding last hours, i’ve been reading a book on the hurricane of ’38. you must acquaint yourself with this tragic force of nature. it came unannounced (though people barely knew how to pronounce the word “hurricane”, let alone understand it’s potential) and as it ripped open summer homes on the wisps of sand once considered paradise, it also tore apart our threadbare notions of class and privilege…..a precursor to the upending via the second world war. well, that was a mere fraction of the damage. anyway, I don’t look at the ocean the same way anymore. here's to cows that don't ever need to swim.
bottoms up
finally, fishing with the skipper. mostly scup and non-keeper sea bass but there were a few fried up that night, plus the thrill of the iphone-worthy sand shark. way too many people onboard so lots of tangled lines. i would have normally thrown up or spent the trip horizontal, but i happened to have on me some dramamine type stuff from the stupid bike fall and consequential cat scan. i won’t get into the details, let’s just say i spent a week studying natasha richardson’s last hours. regarding last hours, i’ve been reading a book on the hurricane of ’38. you must acquaint yourself with this tragic force of nature. it came unannounced (though people barely knew how to pronounce the word “hurricane”, let alone understand it’s potential) and as it ripped open summer homes on the wisps of sand once considered paradise, it also tore apart our threadbare notions of class and privilege…..a precursor to the upending via the second world war. well, that was a mere fraction of the damage. anyway, I don’t look at the ocean the same way anymore. here's to cows that don't ever need to swim.