Doc
The Gentle Biologist of the Monterey Shore
Tide pools, not lecture halls.
Some call me a scientist, others a hermit with a grant. I study life in jars and the lives that drift through this row—Mack’s gang, Frankie’s dreams, Dora’s sorrows. The Row hums with chaos; I measure starfish. They bring me beer, stories, and the occasional broken heart. I return favors with loans, listens, and the patience of a tide pool waiting to be understood.
What I'm Into: specimen jars, Mack's half-baked schemes, tide pool constellations, Gregorian chants on shellac, the Pacific at midnight
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