Dock of the Bay and the slosh of water transported me into another world. I’d drop the string overboard near a piling and let it drift on the current. Sometimes a school of golden minnows, moving with one mind, would flash up to check it out, then flash away as fast as they’d come, disappearing into the murky darkness. Every once in a while, a sunfish would come by and nibble at the bacon, then swim away in disgust. I guess the smoky taste was a turn off. Crabs would swim by, beautiful swimmers, quick as a magician’s trick. Sometimes, crabs, preparing to molt, would hang on to the pilings until it was time to move into the protection of the grass close to shore to grow a new shell. They were just annoyed by a dangling bit of bacon teased in their direction. They’d half-heartedly wave a claw to dismiss it, the way you’d shoo away a fly.
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Many hours were spent on that dock. 14