I just returned from a trip east to my childhood home on the Jersey shore. The weather was – for a Barrowite – downright summery. In fact, on some days it actually got up to 68 and I’d complain long and loud about how darn hot it was. Most people just gave me strange looks. They’re outsiders, what do they know?
I’ve always loved the Atlantic Ocean. Being brought up at the seashore in Atlantic City has left me with an abiding devotion to that dark mass of crashing energy. The mid to north Atlantic has a dark look andContinue reading →