This week read how each in our different ways, gets back to the water
The water is calling, and throughout Chesapeake Country we hear and answer.
With the windows open for the first time this spring, I woke to watermen’s voices rising uphill through cherry blossoms. Crabbers Steve Smith and Billy Scerbo, both at the job for decades, lifted bright red and yellow unfouled pots onto their trucks, joking their way into the new season.
Sure, as Smith told me a cold week earlier, the scarcity and the high price of the best...