Rememberance

Where's G-pop? We're all at a party. It's late fall. There's hors d'oeuvres out. People are pouring drinks, and glasses are clinking. There's laughter and low talk. Old jokes and new gossip. We've been like this for the last hour, everyone enjoying themselves. But where's G-pop gone? He was just here, I wanted to ask him something.

I know where he is. Walking to the window, I catch sight of him standing alone, outside. He's wearing a dark sweater and light brown cords, each a half size too large. I can't tell if he's looking at the plants or the horizon. Either way, he looks content. Now he's searching his pockets, and the pipe comes out. He flicks the match and a small puff of smoke appears. It lingers, for a moment, and is gone.

If you had to pick one. . .

Barbour International vs Alden Wing Tip Blucher













Because they're within $13 of each other.

My First Shotgun

Remington 870 express, pump action 20 gauge, paired with summer tweed, crustacean tie and go-to-hell pants.

Marine Corps Moto

Fall fishing

It's a bit late, but here are some shots from a surf-fishing trip last year. It was early fall and I was just north of Island Beach State Park. Some pikers canceled on me, so I went it alone. Nevertheless, friends were made, fish were caught, and stories were made for the web. . .

The walk-on.



The rig.













The Catch.

Lovejoy

The anglophile in me would like to introduce you to the greatest English character you've never heard of. Full of drinking, deception and antiquing, Lovejoy is my go-to TV series. I'm working my way through the fourth season via Netflix. The books are much darker; more drinking, more deception, more antiquing. Enjoy!