244: The Bad Foster


I love the smell of the sea. We're renting a place that's walking distance to the ocean and even the distinct odor of mud flats at low tide is welcoming to me. Every time I drive by a marina it makes me think eagerly about the warm months ahead and spending time on the ocean. By total coincidence our chiropractor in Jersey happens to have grown up where we moved and is friends with the harbor master, so I'm hoping he can help hook me up with some sailing buddies when the weather eventually turns balmy. For now, even with this arctic vortex blowing through, I'm enjoying the tang of salt on the cutting wind that's trying to steal my hat. It's good to be back on the coast. It feels like home.