August 8, 2015.  On yet another miraculously sunny day, Matthew and I had the opportunity to go for a boat ride with a colleague of ours who’s an avid fisherman.  A native Floridian, Barry has always lived along the Intercoastal Waterway, and the thought of enduring Norwegian winters and not being on the ocean was beyond bearable.  So he rented an island house with a dock and bought a small pontoon boat shortly after immigrating.  Continue reading The Codfather →