I’m not a fan of the ocean. Â It is too big, vast, dark, and scary. Â The tide will come in and swallow you up like a shark. Â But I am a Pisces. Â Two fishes swimming in opposite directions. Â I am drawn to the water. Â The grubby little pier in Redondo Harbor is so small that it feels like it belongs in some run-down New England seaside resort that has seen better days. Â Hollywood is far away. Â The celebrities go to Malibu, the tourists to Santa Monica. Â I like to watch the lazy fisherman, who spend the day dreaming of nothing, and catching even less, waiting for the sun to set.