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Meeting Miss Carrie

I wasn’t going to write this one up – my meeting with Miss Carrie. I didn’t get a photo of her – it’s like an unwritten law for me, no photo no write up. But it’s 3:30 in the morning, … Continue reading

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Sebastian Inlet, Florida

You know when I create things for this site, I always have someone in mind – the person that I’m “speaking” to as I convey the feelings and impressions of where I am or who I’ve met. When I first … Continue reading

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Serving Family and Community

It was a day that would make a visitor from Utah forget it was November. Standing in a park on the edge in the small town of Sebastian, with a fresh breeze blowing over the barrier islands, across the Indian … Continue reading

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Bitten by the Treasure Bug

The big steel cage clangs shut behind me as I step into the shadows of what appears at first to be nothing more than a garage. My eyes adjust from the bright sunlight to the shadows that are here. I … Continue reading

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Vending in the Happiest Place on Earth

Chuck is leaning over the railing, 20 feet above the water, with a fish dangling on the end of his line. The fish isn’t much bigger than the hook he’s fishing with. It flips half heartedly, as though it knows … Continue reading

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The Appearance of Fishing

Man made this place, a concrete thorn sticking into the side of the Atlantic. The wind is strong, and the ocean pounds against this cement annoyance relentlessly. The sound of the water is deafening, the fishermen who inhabit this pier … Continue reading

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If He Were In the Foam

I pull into the parking space, and sit in the quiet of the car. I wonder what that noise could be. Opening the door answers that question. It is the ocean. I can’t see it, but I can hear it. … Continue reading

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