I fear the phone. I fear the phone for a very, very good reason: At any given moment, it may ring. This in and of itself is not so bad, but the person on the other end may very well be Josh Olive, calling with another assignment. It’s kind of like a twisted version of Charlie’s Angels, except there is only one angel. Me. And I am a dude. No matter. From this point forward, Josh will be called Bosley.

Bosley felt as though he had let me off the hook for far too long, and it was time to get my butt back in, on or near the water. I knew this didn’t bode well.