Most of my best memories of my dad are connected with the sea, especially the sea off the coast of North Carolina.  Here he is with my mom, my sister Lee and me, once upon a time.

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CURVE

The smell of the Evinrude
Gasoline and oil
The curve of the open wooden boat
The high prow
As his father and his father’s friends
Launch it into the surf
Timing the waves to crest them
And they will return with tales
Of the ocean beyond the surf
And fish packed in ice boxes
Which will not quite explain
The beauty of the curve
Of that prow riding the curves
Of those waves, out to open sea