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Johnson Creek Tavern

Harbour Island’s Johnson Creek Tavern is the place to go when you want fried seafood. 

Summer’s here

Editors asleep, the New York Times misquotes Ian Fleming

Everybody knows how James Bond likes his martinis, but not even The New York Times understands why he digs them that way.

First skateboard ride in Antarctica

It is little-known but true that my brother was the first human being to ride a skateboard on the continent of Antarctica.

Post-partum

My friend Kenton is eager to fish together again soon and, regretting lost opportunities that might have been saved if we’d fished just one hour more, has sworn a vow of depression until we return to the Catskills. 

Hail, November

What better way is there to celebrate the arrival of November than an hour on quiet water with a good cigar? 

Trout on a fly

Long before my first fish had taken its fly, I’d considered the irony of my investment in fly-fishing. 

Ghosts

Days passed in a welter of boxes, blankets, and labels, bubblewrap, some newsprint, much tape and sore muscles; in rapid order, choices were made, discards jettisoned, and goodbyes hastily arranged. And when moving day abruptly arrived and the shipper’s Bill of Lading presented for scrutiny, we slowed only to empty bank accounts and acknowledge toll booths.