Two Men and the Sea
Written by Heather Atwood on April 5th, 2011
I was on my way to Harvard to hear a talk by Barton Seaver, a chef who is considered an expert on ocean sustainability, and is now a fellow National Geographic and the Blue Ocean Institute, when I stopped at Starbucks for a coffee, opened my ipad to The Gloucester Times, and read that local lobsterman Peter Prybot had died.
It’s still even hard for me to write those words. I can’t say I was friends with Peter, but every day I saw his blue fishing boat bobbing in the waters at the end of our rocks, Peter fishing or pulling lobster traps. Sunday mornings around 9:30 or 10:00, I would pass the window and see his uncovered blue boat alone in the bay. There’s Peter, I would think, and, truly, it felt like confirmation that the earth was still spinning on its axis. Inevitably, someone in the house, my husband or one of my daughters, would say, “Peter Prybot’s out there.” There was something nice about the alliteration of his name, and if you knew him, there was something just nice about Peter. He had a youthful, handsome build – he could easily pass for twenty years younger – keen blue eyes, and a wide dimpled smile. He was a sort of fisherman’s version of Dudley Doright, but with a dignified DownEast softness to his accent.
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