Sitting On The Dock
When I was younger (likealmost 30 years ago) we lived in Coos Bay, Oregon. My step-father couldn't get a job, in a sense. He supported us by taking us out on the docks, and loading crab nets with chicken parts, and reeling in the crabs every hour. Made a pretty good stash selling them to local markets, and brought home dinner every night. I still like crab, but not like I did then. In the winter time we would go through the forrest, cutting down boughs from evergreen trees. We would make wreaths and sell them... Fun times. I just remember how beautiful the Pacific Ocean was, and since we left, I've only been back once - temporarily. It doesn't look the same in San Diego. I really miss the docks in Coos Bay. Watching the sun set every night... The sounds... The smell of the ocean... I miss all of it. I've been to the Atlantic, also (lived in Rhode Island) but it's not the same.