As Luther Tarbox pulls up his lobster pots and sings, a heavy fog rolls in. One by one, people in boats large and small hear his singing, ask for his help---he tells them he will lead them in after he pulls his pots---and they go to the back of the line of boats and sing with him. That evening they all join him and his wife for the best chowder on Buzzards Bay.
I'm more familiar with Jan Adkins nonfiction work with wonderfully detailed drawings. This is a sweet story with a happy ending thanks to Luther Tarbox; without him, it could have been tragic. ( )