IT’S A CHILLY FEBRUARY MORNING at Tacoma’s Point Defiance Marina . The tide is so high that every third or fourth wave splashes over the retaining wall and washes over our rain boots as my family begins our weekend with a walk from the marina to Owen Beach. My wife and daughter stroll hand-in-hand and I follow a few paces behind them with Ellis, our 8-year-old son. As we walk past the pier, Ellis lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, the sort of sigh that begs a question. I do my fatherly duty and ask him what possibly could be the problem. “I just wish you were the kind of dad that goes fishing, like those guys,” Ellis laments, gesturing toward three men angling from the pier. “That would be so much fun.” I give a friendly nod to the three men, who have noticed the little boy pointing at them. They look cold and a little bored to me, not like three guys having so much fun .…