One bad day out of every Seven-hundred isn’t that bad.

Standing on the edge of the water the past few months has caused me some great reflection. As my toe touches the sand, now dotted with black specs, no doubt remnants of the oil disaster, I can’t help but feel lucky; blessed. Blessed you say? Blessed for what? The brackish water, the industry falling apart,...

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