December 24, 2011 Head east, past the cruise ships, tourist traps, and taxis, past the miles of coastline, muddied by the winds of the last fortnight. Small bays open unexpectedly around corners glimmering blue through vignettes of seagrape groves, crowned by black and white reefs. Spindrift mists the windscreen, blurring details. The horizon seems impossibly far off. [...]
Posts from ‘December, 2011’
Interesting…
Some say he’s seen “A River Runs Through It” an astonishing 0.3 times. Others say he doesn’t know what silverware is for. All we know is, he’s the most interesting guide in the world. * I don’t always get to fish myself, but when I do, it’s tails up, noses down, fish on. Stay salty [...]
The Traveler
Dec. 7, 2011: South of Chicago. 0214 hrs. Dark waves of asphalt rose and fell like deep ocean swells, passing easily beneath. The traveler’s eyes stared out blankly over wine-dark waters and a rushing, moonless night. The trees—and they were indeed trees, scattered carelessly over the landscape and leaning, drunkenly, like tombstone in a ghost-town [...]
Fridays Are Fun, Seriously.
Some say that underneath his luxurious tan is a coat of glittering scales, and that he’s carefully trained himself to breath above water. Others say he still doesn’t understand blinking. All we know is, he’s the most interesting guide in the world. * I don’t always get to fish myself, but when I do, I [...]
