The twelfth step

When land is out of sight you’d better know how to swim, a sawbuck or a fin would open doors and they’d let you in but you haven’t got a dime. I have time I can wait work at half the normal rate but why should I? I want it all and now but the…

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One Summer day in 1967

It was mid morning before it dawned on us that we were late and what a fuss we made, Slices of bread and marmalade half brewed tea put the pot in the shade. We got there at the last knockings when the tide was about to turn, down went the fishing lines up went the…

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