Tight Lines and Tuna

As the boat pitched forward into the early morning darkness of the Mid-Atlantic, I lay on the wet deck staring … More

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As we bumped and bounced our way along route 90 outside of Boston, people in cars beeped and waved as … More

“One dead every 15 seconds.” This cheery bit of information was provided by the narrator on a program called “The … More

“Slow down to Island Time”. This was written on one of the sixty or so billboards along the route 175 … More

“Got him”! The exclamation came from my buddy Joe as his fishing rod bent into a parabola. Clearly a large … More

As a teenager, I remember spending hours immersed in the words of Ernest Hemingway, Robert Ruark, and Jack O’Connor. These … More

Janice and I sat in silence in the little motorhome. She was at the dinette, I was sitting on the … More

Have you ever passed out? Just before passing out your ears start ringing, your vision shrinks to a tiny tunnel, … More

Blogging is sometime an interesting challenge. There are times I feel obligated to produce “something”. Considering that it is December … More

While listening to a Phillies game a week or so ago they were playing back some old footage from many … More