The Cap'n kept his finances close to his chest, so to say. In a small locked chest below his desk.
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Before the puppies were weaned correctly, she and a retriever named Max ran off together for buoyant fun in a neighbors pond.
I've probably never met a finnan haddie I hadn't liked
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.
When I landed my first actual professional job after grad school, it was not a berth for a practicing ( applied) anthropologist. I had to bend, twist, spindle, and mutilate it into one.
Boat show attendees rarely get a glimpse into the after-hours life of people who staff the booths selling their products.
"Wes, there is no excuse. It's the proverbial choice of the Lady or the tiger."
A shot of the pear tree in my garden.