My relationship with the ocean and other bodies of water ...
I should start off with my relationship with the ocean; before Jim, there wasn’t one. Jim grew up on the water; I grew up sitting on a beach looking at the surf. He never had to wear a ton of sun screen - I was coated. He maneuvered boats in the waterways of the Potomac River and Aquia Creek; I strategically placed my chair just out of reach from the surf to give the impression of enjoying the crashing waves. We were definitely not navigating with the same set of charts. When I was little, in Kill Devil Hills, NC, dad told me the undertow would take me out past Avalon Pier then return me to shore miles down the beach. I connected that little nugget with watching fishermen catch sharks off the end of the pier; I was a solid ‘play in the surf’ kid. My cousins from Gloucester County, Virginia, were always on the water. One Thanksgiving my hero-like-cousins, Gregory and Phillip, had to watch over us younger cousins. After a rousing game of yard darts, why that game went away- I still don’t...