Keep Out Signs
Don’t look in the box
A light chop danced over the face of the Chesapeake. Wave peaks sparkled in the morning sun while darkness swirled in the troughs like entrances to the underworld. At the helm of his cargo boat, Chuck Boyd amused himself with that image. Water postmen, unlike their landbound colleagues, both delivered and hauled away, returning with trash and sometimes the deceased bound for the Port of Havre de…