I remember when I was younger, I must have only been five or six--I was sitting next to my father in the auditorium at the local University and I was watching my old moosehide boots as I swung them back and forth, playfully trying to hit the floor with my toes. My father lovingly draped a blanket over my lap, I think he mumbled something about, "in case you get chilly." I … [Read more...] about Anna Byrne: Chapter 03 – The Boy, the Beast, and the Kayak