So it’s 2017 and here I am writing in the dark by the Hillsborough River at the oldest shipyard in America. The interstate buzzes in the distance, the loudest thing in the shipyard is a dripping hose and my iPhone playing electric jazz reminiscent of the late 1990s. 2,058 more words
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Hey there sport!
Mom and I took your grandpa out on the boat today. We went down the Hillsborough River and into Tampa Bay past downtown. 153 more words