Finding the Silver Lining in the Storm
When my father was a boy growing up in Rhode Island, he'd often find himself in a row boat along the shoreline looking for all manner of shellfish--steamers, quahogs, and even the occasional lobster.
Finding the Silver Lining in the Storm
When my father was a boy growing up in Rhode Island, he'd often find himself in a row boat
Finding the Silver Lining in the Storm
When my father was a boy growing up in Rhode Island, he'd often find himself in a row boat along the shoreline looking for all manner of shellfish--steamers, quahogs, and even the occasional lobster. One day, while a few hundred yards from the beach, a summer storm kicked up.
Finding the Silver Lining in the Storm
When my father was a boy growing up in Rhode Island, he'd often find himself in a row boat along the shoreline looking for all manner of shellfish--steamers, quahogs, and even the occasional lobster. One day, while a few hundred yards from the beach, a summer storm kicked up.