It Never Stops Barjack the Angler Short Pier, Long Beach Bay Indian Ocean March 29, 2011 Day thirtysomething, or whatever: I had to submit and walk back along the beach. After walking in the surf for two hours, being pounded like a porn queen by waves—not to mention the confusion of the whitewash and fear [...]
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I am Plastic
When I walk the beaches with guests on my little island homeland—whether they’re clients or friends—one of the most frequent comments is “Where does all this stuff come from?” They, of course, mean all the trash on the beach, most of which is some form of petrochemical junk, or plastic. I used to simply reply, “It [...]
Florida Keys Chronicles: Relentless
April 12, 2011 He’s young, blond, mostly, but fading to gray at the edges. By the way he carries himself I’m guessing football, college, maybe. But it’s his hands that catch my eye; they’re hard, thick, construction workers hands. Though I imagine they’re still mobile enough, they appear solid, immovable, and lay on the table [...]
Travel Log: Last Cast of the Day
March 21, 2011 7:42 p.m. Tide: Low, rising. Wind: ENE, 8-10 knots. Long day, longer with the piss-poor fishing, the worst we’ve had here, ever. In our memories we could project ourselves back to that magical land where we found flats dotted with schools of tailing bones; today we don’t recognize the place. Even the [...]
