Ranting about failure

There weren’t many, but there were a few. Enough. At least something to look at.
But as I lifted the old, rusted crab pot from the ocean, the latch failed and three Dungeness crabs splashed back into the cove. Of the remaining two, one was a female and one was too small. The comical releasing of crab was a hit the the esteem of a man trying to be a good…