This weekend I had the opportunity to go to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Read: drive as far east as you can (literally) in North Carolina on winding small town roads, and take a one-hour ferry ride to a 15+ mile narrow strip of sand. It was a good time. I went with Kurt’s family and friends (he’s senior designer at PinPoint). His Dad cooked far too much (incredibly tasting) food and I got to partake in such southern fare as dirty eggs, fried fish and shrimp, red hot dogs, jalapeño sausage patties, peach cobbler and, well, …twinkies. We went to fish. I’m not sure what that conjures in your mind, but it brought back fond memories of going brook...