After many years of humping up and down gangways we decided there had to be a better way so we watched the old iron tub cast off and leave us on the pier. My father had always told me going to sea is like being in prison – except there is a chance you will drown – however between waiting to dock, waiting for the pilot, waiting to start cargo, waiting for weather, waiting for tides, waiting for customs and waiting on just about everything there is actually a chance to read a book or two or several many over a long career. Coming ashore with nothing but crates and crates of books and being a choice of living in the crates and eating the books or getting rid of some of them and being allowed back in our house we set up Old Salt Books. Now you can share our favorite titles with us and make sure we don’t have to go back to work for a living in our declining years.


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