All of the last minute shopping is done, I have wrapped all the presents, even the one I forgot was hidden in the garage closet. My son Taylor is contentedly online to his buddies and my daughter Aimee working on Christmas Eve towards her car, I decided to drive down to the harbor for a look and to check the boat.
Pulling into the deserted December parking lot, I noticed there wasn’t a breath of wind to ripple the waters surface. In the clear stillness, I watched the remaining commercial boats tugging at their mooring lines with the ebbing tide. I heard a vaguely familiar splash at a distance. It sounded like a feeding fish, maybe a bass. Then again I heard a slurp and a splash, closer this time. Was it a seal ? It seemed quite large. Then I heard it again, and saw the boil at the outskirts of the dockside lamps glow. Holy cow ! - is that a striper ?? No way - It couldn't be - it was 5 feet long !!! Then I saw her swimming slowly into the lit waters of the street lamps glow. Wow ! She had to be 60 ! - no 75 pounds AT LEAST ! As the huge striper swam by, it rolled slowly over on one side and I swear she winked at me as if to say :
“ AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT ” !
Captain Bruce & Miss Jillian