The inspiration for the title of this blog, this man lives among the same mangroves that I paddle through. As I launched my canoe at 8 AM he asked if he could go fishing with me. When I said OK, he hustled across the street to grab a 6 pack first.He barely weighed more than the bucket of water he replaced. He faced the wrong way. He didn't fish, he just watched. And drank his beer. And talked. Keys Disease. I fished, and listened.
All in all I think he had a great morning.
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