Stories Are Like A River That Flows

I Spent Uncounted Hours Sitting At The Bow Looking At The Water And The Sky, Studying Each Wave, Different From The Last, Seeing How It Caught The Light, The Air, The Wind; Watching Patterns, The Sweep Of It All, And Letting It Take Me. The Sea.

I've Been Reading And Researching Various Aspects Of History - Dickens' London, Nelson's Sea Battles, Magellan's Nautical Explorations, The Weapons And Battles And Key Figures Of The American Civil War - For Most Of My Life. I Pick Up A Book Here Or There Or See A Documentary Or Talk With An Expert In The Subject, And My Curiosity About The One Area Of Study And Discovery Always Leads To Another.

Running With Dogs Is Like Dancing With Winter

The Person Who Reads Can Bail, But The Person Who Doesn't Fails.

We Don’t Like To Think Of Ourselves As Prey—it Is A Lessening Thought—but The Truth Is That In Our Arrogance And So-called Knowledge We Forget That We Are Not Unique. We Are Part Of Nature As Much As Other Animals, And Some Animals—sharks, Fever-bearing Mosquitoes, Wolves And Bear, To Name But A Few—perceive Us As A Food Source, A Meat Supply, And Simply Did Not Get The Memo About How Humans Are Superior. It Can Be Shocking, Humbling, Painful, Very Edifying And Sometimes Downright Fatal To Run Into Such An Animal.