Yet merrily still they fish, nor reck Of the piercing cold or the wave-swept deck; And the warning fog-horn, the bell’s sad tone, Wakens no thought of knell or moan In those sturdy fishermen, brave and free, As they mournfully challenge the fog-veiled sea, Though there scarce is one but has shed…

Dear Sam,

Our chief scientist out here who we good-naturedly refer to as Cooper (because he looks, acts, and sounds like the shark biologist from Jaws), is a marine biologist who studies lobsters in the context of population dynamics. Lobster in Southern New…

Dear Sam,

I am resoundingly incompetent as a doodler. Straight lines end up curvy, curvy lines…