 He looked at us and said, I wish you could have met my dad. He was a big man. He was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When he got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He'd wear his old canvas fall weather coat and dibbed overalls. His rain had to be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my mother washed them, they'd still smell of the sea and of fish.