Rehearsal at thombrowneny
In which I think about what the internet can learn from the Chelsea Hotel and Gaslight Tavern
One of the most enduring memories from my childhood is the smell of the exhaust coming out of my Dad’s XKE.
My family is not one for idleness. and whenever we visit our Dad down in Florida it ends up being a pretty packed weekend. Sunday morning we went out a few miles off the coast to do some deep sea fishing. We spent a few boring hours pulling Tile fish off the bottom of the ocean. They’d come up 700 feet in a matter of minutes and be racked with the bends, eyes piping out of their heads, by the time they got to the top.
On the way back to shore we decided to fish for sharks for an hour. We ended up attracting a hammerhead who spit the bait out 4 times before finally committing to it. Took about 20 minutes to pull him in, and get him onto the boat.
Once on a solid surface, the shark slipped out of the rope and thrashed around looking for a leg to bite. Our guide got his leg cut open trying to hold him down, but we finally got him measured (6.5 feet) and threw him back.
It was surreal to see two men throw a 150 pound fish through the air, body twisting wildly, suspended for a moment before the inevitable crash of water.
Raced down in Delray this morning. Nice to feel the sun on my legs again.