The River Was My Sitter: essays on life by the water
Looking up at a gleaming window to a world I know bitterly well. I know I once had gills and long for a set right about now. I could be Aquaman! or just a guy that can take his time to look for lost momentos on the river bottom. I guess I’ll settle for a small respite in a world most dare not toy with. My own private sitter that could drown me for her own.