This is a picture of my grandson, Brendon, fishing off the Virginia Beach Pier. It has a dreamy quality to it—relaxed, patient and wistful. There is nothing promised in the act of fishing. Even if the fish is your sustenance—the ocean will not always give it up to you. You must work for it—and wait for it—and be satisfied with what it gives you. Because even if it does not deliver a fish on the end of your line, it has given you treasured moments like this. To stand alone in your dreams and let the lapping of the waves against the pier silence you, with nothing on the horizon except the future.
There are always new places to go fishing. For any fisherman, there's always a new place, always a new horizon. Jack Nicklaus
Debut novel Heirloom published July 14, 2020!