I think often of when that first local fisherman saw his boat for the first time. He stood there and admired the beauty of its sleek lines. It was a boat made of wood, and it was named for something or someone he loved very much. A boat’s name truly is the mooring the soul […]
(Dedicated to all fishermen lost doing what it is they love doing) We all do it. We sit in a fancy restaurant and order the freshest thing we can find on the menu. Even before ordering we make it a point to make sure by asking the server, “Is it fresh? Most of the time […]
The shape of them today is pretty much the same as it has been for many years; the colors, well, that is another story. The colors as varied, as there are colors, abundantly dot the blue surface of Maine waters like an Easter basket brimming with brightly colored eggs. They look the same, but are […]
One by one the fishermen arrive. With no sound, perhaps a nod, they quietly take their seats. A cup of coffee arrives shortly after, silently and without any prompting. Then another fisherman enters, quickly followed by two more. Nods in greeting are exchanged with no words spoken, as this is clearly the non-verbal portion of […]
