We’d waited three days for the weather to calm down. An easterly blow had persisted all week, making Lake Michigan choppy enough that Jerry, captain of our charter boat, was reluctant to leave the dock. So I spent my days camped out on Chris’s, my photographer’s, sofa, half-heartedly working, all the while obsessively refreshing the marine forecast webs…
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