by Mario Aliberto III Bridjett Renae This specific disappointment stews in Todd’s head as he slumps on an Adirondack chair on Marcy’s boat dock. There are four such chairs, painted hellfire red, evenly spaced in a semi-circle affording those gathered an equal view of the Withlacoochee River. Todd finishes his beer and tosses the can into the sun-dappled languish of the current. So, although it’s his birthday, it’s no different than any other Sunday he pulls up a front row sea