Fatty’s ill-fated voyage in the Canadian winter The year was 1972, it was winter, and I was glumly sitting on a bollard of the Boston fish pier with Mister Toad, when a strange creature appeared before us. It appeared to be an ancient, snaggle-toothed sea captain, stoned out of his obviously-feeble mind, and intent on … Continue reading The Last Desperate Voyage of the F/V Winthrop