Ferrying deceased fish, glistening effigies to a former prowess, onto to their final resting places is my profession. I do not dispense the deathblows, as I am but a humble butcher. I lay no judgement upon the fish beyond that which dictates the preparation of their flesh. I move them quickly and freshly onward through the afterlife, and no second […]
The Psychopomp and the Angler
Fire!
Six years ago I left south Florida, where my angling heart will forever lie, for New York City. I took a job with one of the preeminent seafood wholesalers in NYC, to run their twenty-five seat oyster bar and grill in Murray Hill, feeling at the time that if I was no longer able to launch odd and colorfully adorned, […]