He loves the thrill of the chase and can outmaneuver even the most slippery among them. He can find them in the deepest depths of the ocean. And, he’ll help you reel them in over many long hours of give and take.
But, he will not, I repeat, he will not eat them.
My brother, the Boat Captain.
Who doesn’t eat fish.
You want to take a fishing excursion to catch some delectable white flesh King Fish? He’s your man.
You want someone to cook it up to artistically cubed perfection? He’s your man.
You want someone to pull up a chair at the table and enjoy it with you?
He’s not your man for that.
One of the things I most admired about this kid, who slept in the bedroom next to mine, was his ability to hear adventure calling so easily. He’d climb right on out of that bedroom window, without a backward glance, and go find it!
And as The Captain of many a boat over this past decade and a half, he’s had lots of adventures. I love to hear about every one.
I raise my fish-laden fork to my brother, who turns the big 4 – 0 today.
May forty bring a renewed Spirit of Adventure.
May it bring you a ton more wrinkles than me.
I love you, Kid.