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June 23, 2010
For ten years now, every Saturday morning I wake up and listen to my local fishing show. Now hear this: I don't fish, I own neither rod nor reel, nor like the sights, sounds, or smells of fishing.

At night I insert walkman earphones and drift off listening to talk-radio. Saturday at 6am, the familiar sea-bell and sea-shanty rouse me and I lay in half-slumber and learn about today's tides, where the grouper are biting, if muskies are in the inter-coastal, and to always show respect to shore fisherman "because you don't have to own a boat to enjoy fishing."

(09/05)