Sometimes, when you’re trying to impress someone, you wind up impressing even yourself. This time last year, mid-December, I had a charming Swedish family, friends of my brother, out for an afternoon cruise. They were like something out of a movie, which isn’t far off. Jacob Fellander is an avante garde photographer; his wife, Eva, a beautiful actress. With their three, squeaky-clean, multilingual boys, they are globe-travelers, experienced, but patient and open to surprise.
There I was, on my dirty old boat, harping about water quality. How this end of the Indian River suffers from polluted water from Lake Okeechobee (Fellanders squinted at my chartplotter), but by December, it usually clears some. I pointed out wading birds on the flats, boats anchored at the sandbar.
I began prattling on about…
