Lost Horizions The edge of the sun begins to peek above the everlasting horizon as the first pot is rung and thrown into the boat. I stand on deck, half asleep, wondering why I woke up at 4:30 in the morning to come out into the middle of Block Island Sound to haul pots and do this with a twenty knot gust out of the southwest and a spray that chills me to the bone. “I know exactly what you are thinking. Why the fuck am I out here“ Yama yelled in his deep heavy voice, trying to overcome the deep diesel engine roaring underneath our feet. “No, you know I love it out here. How could I think of that when I am out here working with you?” I yelled back trying to cover up my pure hatred of this part time job on a sea that means nothing more to me than eight dollars an hour. With no warning, Yama brings the boat to rest in the water and the deep rumble of the engine putter to a stop and an eerie silence settles over the vessel. “You really think I drag you out of bed every other morning just to make you work and make my job easier? Well, maybe that’s true, maybe it isn’t. I brought you out on a morning like this to show you something special, something close to my heart.” I look over and instead of seeing him throwing the lobsters down the chute to the holding tank or hurling new bait into the pot, as he’s done every other morning we’ve been out here, he is standing there and staring out into the horizon with every shade of pink reflecting in his eyes. “Your grandfather loves these early mornings. He always looks out at the sunrise to take a break from all the chaos of the world and enjoy this one moment without your grandmother yelling at him to do something around the house. This is his place to clear his mind and just relax.” Slowly, he begins to lower his head as if he is trying to hold it but the weight of emotion is pulling it to the depths of the sea. “He loves having you on the boat. But now he is too weak to make the trip and is being consumed into the world where this was his only escape.” “But why can’t we take him out here and just have him stay on the bridge?” “He is too weak to do that. Remember he couldn’t even come to the edge of the dock to see us off.” “Ya, that is true.” “Well, its bad. He doesn’t want to tell you because he can’t admit it. It would kill his soul to admit to a loss like this.” The tears began to drop from his deep brown eyes. My grandfather is the one man in my life who never lets anything get in his way of being out on the sea and spending time with his son and grandson. His heart is centered around two things: the boat and his family. If these two things aren’t achievable, he has always said that there is no point in living. “Shit we have to get working, with or without him here. I hate it when emotion get in the way of catching lobies.” The engine sputters, trying to get the drive train to ignite the diesel. Soon the engine roars to life and we putt towards the continuous row of buoys. Pulling up to each one, we winch the trap up, take out the catch, replace the bait, and throw it back into the depths of the sea. After repeating this rushed process 350 times, we turn the nose of the boat north and cruise back to port. After about an hour of cruising, we round the jetty and bring the bow around through the channel into the harbor. From a distance we can see the outline of my grandfather, sitting in a lawn chair facing eastwards towards the sea. As we idle into the dock, we notice that he hasn’t shifted his gaze from the eastern direction. All we can think is that he is taking a nap but, I think to myself, wouldn’t the roaring, heavy diesel engine wake him up? We both jump off the boat tie off the lines and walk over to him. “Dzadzi, what are you doing?” Yama calls as we approach but he doesn’t flinch, but just…
The Lost Generation research paper
The Lost Generation is mainly about three US writers that live in Paris during the 1920’s.The writers are Ernest Hemingway, F.Scott Fitzgerald and John Dos Passos. The lost generation are the guys that went through the war. The lost generation, mostly wrote about characters based on their lives. The 1920’s was a huge era for drinking. They had huge parties just about every night, and there was no party that didn’t have alcohol. There was no prohibition in France…
Fearing the unknown is so immensely common and completely normal yet, for some reason, I cannot get past it. Whether it be walking around a new college campus, driving to a place I've never been, or finding my way around an unfamiliar building, getting lost is one of my greatest fears. One sunny day in July of this summer, I decided I would take my dog to the regional park near my house. To give some background, Ball's Bluff Regional Park is where the Battle of Ball's was fought in the American Civil…
Lost Art Resurrected
In a world of abbreviated text messages and poor vocabulary, Alistair MacLeod is a beacon of hope for the English language. His break-out novel No Great Mischief brings the idea of art back to writing. Through many subtle but powerfully penetrating themes, meticulously chosen poetic language and an oral form of writing that is unsurpassed in literature, he resurrects the written word to its once prominent place as the highest medium of expression. It is through this author's…
values and the practices are not being adopted by future generations we see the loose of a cultural heritage.
Native communities are also being forced by governments to immerse themselves into urbanized settings. This is the true reason why we have lost so many native languages; it is what we as a population have done to ourselves. We can clearly see this right here in the United States and in Australia, having the governments strictly force native people to abandon their native languages and forced…
“Roanoke: The Lost Colony,” in Digging for the Truth (A & E Television Networks), 44:49 mins
The Roanoke Colony was the first English settlement in America and the lost colonists were the third group of people from England to arrive on Roanoke Island. The first group arrived in 1584 to explore and map the land for future groups. The second group arrived in 1585 with orders make a military and scientific expedition. The third group arrived on May 8, 1587 with 117 people. Josh Bernstein…
In our social media outlets there have been vast technological changes in the past 20 years which have brought about social media to enhance communication. Social media has grown to share photographs of daily activities, your own personal thoughts and even sharing personal political stances on current events.
Such a constant social dependency on these outlets such as Facebook, twitter and other media sources have begun to degrade actual…
Why didn’t Shakespeare use a traditional comedy ending in ‘Love Labour’s lost’?
In this essay I will be talking and explaining the reasons why I think why Shakespeare didn’t end ‘Love Labour’s Lost’ with a traditional comedy ending, which is always a happy ending, which is either a marriage or a promise of new life.
Throughout the play, we, as the reader get to realise that the majority of the men are immature and not ready to be in a committed relationship or marriage, as the King declared that…
Honors English II
January 28, 2015
Paradise Lost Salon Essay
Symbolism and gender roles shown in book nine of Paradise Lost, the story of Genesis, and the opening title sequence for the show, Desperate Housewives conclude that females possess the negative archetype of being a temptress. A temptress is a usually sexually alluring woman who repeatedly seduces or manipulates others. Eve is shown as a temptress to Adam in Paradise Lost. In the story of Genesis, Eve is also shown as a temptress…
Lost Sales Forecast
Table of Contents
Carlson Department Store Sales data for September 1992 through August 1996 4
Countywide Department Stores Sales data for September 1992 through August 1996 5
Choosing the appropriate forecasting method 6
Trend and Seasonal Components in Forecasting 7
An estimate of lost sales for the Carlson Department Store 10