fishing

TONY AS MY WITNESS

August 12, 2010

Like any other fishing morning, Saturday started very early and with a strong pot of coffee. Tony arrived around 5 and we wasted some time talking at the kitchen table, having misjudged first light by about a half hour. By the time we got to the marina, loaded my gear on his boat, untied the [...]

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THE BEAUTY OF TORTURE

August 4, 2010

OK. Before you jump to any conclusions, I’m talking about the view from my office window today. Some patient, fortunate and obviously twisted soul decided it would be advantageous to put this beautiful, handmade guide boat on display not fifty feet from where my butt is parked till roughly 5 o’clock-ish. …and I’m supposed to [...]

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1985

July 7, 2010

I was in 8th grade. Live Aid and We are the World. Reagan was sworn in for a second term. The first WrestleMania went top-rope at the Garden. Somewhere in Canada, a brand-new, black Ford F-150 Stepside rolled off the production line. Some twenty-five years later, the new version of We are the World failed [...]

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