Rick Trundy does not like staying ashore, even when the wind is blowing twenty knots. It’s 4:30 in the morning in mid-April, early in the lobster season, and while most of the lobstermen in Stonington, Maine, are someplace warm, drinking...
“Did you see the northern lights last night?” Captain Geiry asks. He smiles and tosses up his right hand, which is gloved by red insulated rubber, then shakes his head. “They were … amazing.”
A pair of Egyptian tanks had the entrance to the Qasr El-Nil Bridge sealed off, but the mood was relaxed, and no one seemed to notice the arrival of a foreigner toting a camera bag.
