I grew up near the sea, several miles from the Atlantic Ocean north of Boston. While the sea was always near, it was also remote for me. Our family went to the beach once or twice a year. I did not learn to swim until I was 59 years old. Until I retired, the ocean was something I flew over.
Then a friend told me that the movie Master and Commander was based on a series of 21 novels. I started reading them and was hooked. I read them all. I am slowly re-reading the whole series on the Kindle when I travel.
Then we moved to Panama for a year. The Panama Canal connects the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans. I rode along canal or the Pacific shore almost every day.
In Panama I met Roger who retired at 51 and spent 21 years sailing around the world on a sailboat. Roger loves the Master and Commander series, but his favorite sea novel is the Old Man and the Sea. I had never read it, but I had a copy with me. I read it and loved it.
The old mariner goes far out to sea, alone. In his 80s he is still strong enough to fight the great fish day and night, a fish so big he can't get it in the boat. A fish torn apart and eaten by sharks so he returns with only a skeleton. But everyone knew he caught a great fish.
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Only once did I go fishing on the ocean. I was seven years old. A neighbor who had a boat took me. We fished form mackerel by dropping lines with a half-dozen hooks wrapped in orange tape. I cleaned dozens of fish. We took a couple barrels of fish back to Stoneham and cooked fish on a grill. To this day I love mackerel.
My oldest daughter Lauren became obsessed with fishing when she was 11 and 12 years old. I would take her to a farm pond to catch carp which we always threw back.
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