27th
November
2012
Fishing, the city slicker way
Certain of my ancestors are probably shaking their heads, sadly.
I decided to go fishing, for supper. Over to Provigo Pond, where my virtual line was able to catch a feed of pan-ready cod and sole. A choice on the menu, if you will. Didn’t need my boots, or a sou’wester. In counterpoint, I did help a real fisher, somewhere, to earn a living. That’s a positive thing.
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