A familiar face in Gothenburg leads me into the fish underworld for a day of lobster auctioning and fish filleting.
After one sail with Wayne Brandow, I assumed I’d be sailing with him every Wednesday for years. I had no idea he was dying.
For no particular reason, I moved to Stockholm in the year 2000. I guess I needed a fresh start. I was searching for adventure. Many times…
The cook who would replace me accounted for one of the seventeen mouths I fed yesterday. I suggested that I cook for half the day…
Day 4 I snuck into bed around midnight, long after the rest of the crew. Still I woke before my alarm, at 5:30 am, ready…