Fishing is boring unless you catch and actual fish, and then it's disgusting. Dave Barry
Progress on the novel, The Spirit of the Voyage: I'm just at 200 pages now and I've got the boys and the ancient navigator sailing their frail outrigger into the middle of the Battle of Saipan, during WWII. With that in mind, here's picture of an anti-aircraft gun from WWII. I took it on the island of Guam last year while I was there researching this book. It was on this beach, right here, that thousands of U.S. Marines waded ashore in the face of killer enemy fire. The courage? Where does it come from? They say that when soldiers do things like that, it's not for their country, but for the guy next to him--his buddies, his friends.
Meanwhile, I'm off to the Florida Keys today for a week of tarpon fishing with my bro. I'll try to blog some stuff here while I'm there. Maybe some bigga fisha pix. Gotta run. Watch this space
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