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Half a life­time ago, I spent a few evenings crab­bing along the North Rip with Capt. Al An­der­son aboard Prowler [“Spring Tides,” Spring 2018, “Be­tween Fish”]. He could be salty! I re­mem­ber a trip he helped me set up with my nephew, an 8-year-old my brother had just adopted from Rus­sia. We did a win­ter striper trip on the Thames River in Con­necti­cut. Al was touched by my nephew’s story of spend­ing his for­ma­tive years in a go­daw­ful or­phan­age.

I saw a dif­fer­ent side of the cap­tain that day: a soft man with end­less pa­tience, the kind teacher de­ter­mined to step up like a man and show this kid that life wasn’t al­ways go­ing to be as dif­fi­cult as he had ex­pe­ri­enced.

My nephew still talks about that trip. It is, in­deed, amaz­ing what a few floppy fish can do for your spirit and soul.

Jamie Mathews via Face­book

I was sorry to hear of Capt. Al’s pass­ing upon read­ing your ar­ti­cle. I had the op­por­tu­nity

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