Remembering Mobile
By Mike Jastrzebski
This weekend the weather cooled in Ft. Lauderdale, the wind rocked the boat for about twenty hours, and it rained, hard and steady for hours at a time. It brought back fond memories of our time in Mobile, Al.
I wrote about Mobile in my last book, Dog River Blues (A Wes Darling Mystery), and I spent the last year working on that book so maybe it wasn't entirely the weather that had me feeling nostalgic, but it sparked the memories.
We formed a lot of friendships in Mobile, and we had our first contact with tropical storms. 
Notice the high water on the docks in the following picture.
Now don't get me wrong. I don't want to go back to Mobile, and I'd like to avoid as many storms as possible. As I write this I realize it's not so much a feeling of nostalgia, but the thrill I feel at the idea of getting away from the dock and heading off on another adventure.
I've said it before and I'll say it again–it's time for us to leave this place. The boat was built for sailing, not sitting at a dock. Of course, if we hadn't sat here at the dock I wouldn't have three books published with the fourth nearing completion.
Such is life–there are always trade-offs.
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