The Chest

The Cap'n kept his finances close to his chest, so to say. In a small locked chest below his desk.


A conversation on the nature of life took place in the waterfront workshop of a lobsterman I knew many years ago.


I lived a good chunk of my early life among men who'd made their living at sea. It tends to leave an impression on you.

The Look

I was the subject of that stare again. It was the same my father used. It said, "don't even think about giving me any guff about this."


Sunsets are an evanescent part of life. They come, linger a moment, and then are gone.


There was a mouse aboard. The Cap'n was indifferent. My wife and mother in law adamant; it had to go. On this point, they would not capitulate.