Friday, November 12, 2010


I took my niece and nephew fishing again at the end of the summer. They didn't catch anything, but it was interesting to be part of the cove conversation. Fishing women on the other side of the gap struck up a chat with us. Passing on the water, fisherfolk inquired as to what we'd caught so far (perhaps, I'll grant, tongue-in-cheek). Two riders in a passing motor boat shared that they saw a sunfish just the other side of the wall.

Vic, my dad, and I (and maybe my brother? and/or our son?) once saw a sunfish out on a sail. It was the first time I was ever exposed to one, live or depicted. It looked to me like it had been cut in half.

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