Random house photos

Winter of 1942.  I always thought it was cool

to go to the shore in the winter.  It was so quiet,

so desolate, so hard to imagine running out on the

dock with a crabnet in bare feet.  Summer always

came though, and it felt like it never had left.

Summer of 1946.  Norman Rockwell anyone?  That was Dad,

pre-Mom.  Snappers (baby bluefish) were and still are so

easy to catch.   Long bamboo pole, line, hook, bobber, and

spearing for bait.  Throw it in and pull them out.

Dad's dog, but nobody wrote the year on the

back of the photo.  I also don't recall his name,

but it may have well been Lucky, since not every

dog had a shore house.