Uncle Cecil rowed about three kilometers from the schooner before he stopped. An Albatross took to the air at our approach. The sea lapped the sides of the dory. My uncle rummaged through his tackle box of jigs and pulled out a bluish-green one with a red-circled eye. He held the lead head by the…Read more »

Rubber boots squished across the wet dock. A huge man, in a yellow rain hat and coat, stooped down. He stared into my eyes and rubbed his long, fuzzy sideburns. He raised one fat finger in front of my face. “No whistling. A whistle brings in a storm and that is the biggest boo-doo of…Read more »