A Potter's Tale

I arrived in Mendocino on a Greyhound bus with a box of pots, a bag of tools, six hundred dollars and stayed nine years.
The next day got a room at the Mendocino Art Center and went to work in the pottery hoping to make it for another month before running out of money. Right!
Pretty soon it was gone and I only had enough money to buy one potato at the store. Headed home to cook my meal I met a fellow who invited me to dinner. Turns out he lived under a tree on the beach and had a fire going with a large Sea Trout roasting in the embers. I added my potato to the embers and we had us a feast.  
We told each other stories around the campfire and I asked if he would show me how to fish the ocean. So the next day we gathered seaweed, picked muscles and abalone, dropped a line into a deep hole, brought up a fish and I never went hungry again. As they say, when the tide goes out the table is set.