A dream in neoprene
At around this time of year I make my annual transition from MAMIT (Middle-Aged Man in Tweed) to MAMIN (in Neoprene). Sloughing the old cocoon to emerge encased in rubber is not an act of fetishism, but the beginning of my summertime fixation with spearfishing. The great Jacques Cousteau once remarked that spearfishing is a nonsensical activity which simply doesn’t replace the calories consumed in the pursuit of an edible target. These words often reverberate inside my frozen skull as I
