On my bike ride to work this morning at 6 am the smell of the gulf was strong. I could taste the salt and smell the abundant gulf species. It was pungent, almost as if a red tide was brewing out there. The sensory indulgence is pure comfort for me. I can imagine being in Grand Isle right now sitting under a camp and having a cup of Community Coffee. I would be getting ready for a day out in the water fishing and not thinking about a thing except what I was doing. I am addict without any doubt and few things can saitisfy that urge without physical harm. Bike riding is one and fishing is the other. I can fish all day and all night and not want anything else. I am sitting in my office right jonesing for one more cast.