I’m not a fan of the ocean. It is too big, vast, dark, and scary. The tide will come in and swallow you up like a shark. But I am a Pisces. Two fishes swimming in opposite directions. I am drawn to the water. 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. Hollywood is far away. The celebrities go to Malibu, the tourists to Santa Monica. I like to watch the lazy fisherman, who spend the day dreaming of nothing, and catching even less, waiting for the sun to set.