Column in today’s Daily Journal about Jersey, nature, mobsters and that lost summer in Seaside Heights.
Days like these start on the water, searching for Sea Trout, who show their dorsal fins, steal bait, and refuse to get in the boat.
The Snapper and Jacks are greedier, hook themselves and take an ice bath before their filets get dipped in Cajun seasoning and their carcasses thrown to the pelicans and catfish.
It’s only noon and I already wish these days would never end. But they do, with the promise that tomorrow could be even better.
and it starts in Florida. Roseate Spoonbills above, alligators below. Ibis and Black Throated Stilts stalking minnows. Tropical systems working up the coast.Time to write, eat, love and see good people. A few waves and fish in the cooler wouldn’t hurt either. This is a good, good life.
The Schuykill is Frozen. The dogs in jackets. We sleep in down vests, dreaming of a warmer time and place.