Blue Crabs Are TASTY Crabs

While living in on Big Bayou in St. Pete, Florida, I kept a crab trap baited at the end of the dock, checking it in the morning while enjoying that first cup of coffee and then again in the evening with an after-work cocktail. Getting them of the trap without getting pinched was great fun. Enjoying them with an ice cold beer was a real treat. Here’s an article about blue crabs in Louisiana Sportsman magazine.

blue crabs Louisiana Sportsman magazine

Bad things happened, an entire run of them that shut me down, caused me to withdraw from everything except my inner self.

One afternoon, in a hammock, I took a photo of myself. Just my legs. But there was no one to send it to. No one to understand.

I needed a sidekick so I sketched an armadillo because they’re crusty on the outside but not within. I made him my butler. Crusoe’s manservant Friday.

We began interacting—my hammock photo speaking to that critter, that critter speaking back.There’s a folder of cartoons somewhere. For now there’s just this one. (LINK)

Eventually after that I began writing novels.

I’m still a hermit, marooned you might say, but leaving my shell more and more—my inner self seeking its freedom through writing.