Member Column
by Jim Greer
LW contributor
“I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.”
This stanza from John Masefield’s “Sea Fever” speaks to my lifelong love affair with the ocean. My boyhood
