[applause] I grew up on a lobster warf on the coast of Maine. Some of my earliest memories are of my brother and I paddling around the harbor in our grandfather's rowboat, getting stuck in mud flats while searching for horseshoe crabs, and tracking the summertime mackerel migration with our fishing poles. Now, I'm a fourth generation member of a lobster fishing family.But somehow I did not inherit sea legs and I definitely do not share my family's tolerance for the smell of bait. While my older brother eage ...