Vic's Bones

We were two high school kids, looking for a place to catch fish. A twelve-foot wooden skiff was perched upside down on top of the old ’52 Plymouth as we drove across the causeway to Key Biscayne. We had no car top carrier, and if we turned too abruptly, the boat shifted, causing us to stop to reposition it. The top of the car showed the signs of several fishing trips... Read more...