The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 1 & 2
CHAPTER 1 I have many fond memories of learning to fish with my parents. They had a summer place—just a small rectangular bungalow with no ceilings and old beat up furniture–on the north shore of Long Island back in the day when there was nothing there but potato farms and woods. I remember my mom driving more than a dozen miles to the nearest supermarket and going to the beach every day seeing absolutely nobody in either direction as far as you could see. I started fishing with a drop line, copying my mom’s style—she refused to use a rod and reel. We were thrilled to catch little sand sharks and porgies, or blowfish in the spring when the water was too cold to even stand in. Later, as I grew older, I had my …