Memories, isn’t that what life is? Memories, Old ones, New ones. Making new ones. Reliving old ones. I have found as I’ve achieved an “older age” that to me. That what life is. And one never knows, is today going to be the day, or the story that I will remember the rest of my life? Is today’s story going to be retold many times in the future. One never knows.
Here’s s story, that was told to me over coffee. On an early foggy morning. But first a bit of background about the main characters, Fred and Marjorie.

Fred was a 74 year old who’s retired, bought a commercial fishing boat the “El Mirage” in the Gulf, somewhere in Texas I believe, he heard of the good shrimping that was going on off the Oregon coast so he sailed the El Mirage thru the Panama Canal up the west…