Somebody caught a lot of fish in Block Island—a 34-inch striper across the street and a bunch of fluke at the Cut. You can tell, too, because the new refrigerator smells of nothing but.
And on the way in and out of Point Judith, I admired the names of the boats for whom fish is a living, Provider and Perception. Hard to Handle and Heritage. And then all the classics: Debbie Ann, Rebecca Mary, Caitlin and Bigread, Briana-Nicole, even boys' names like the Conor & Michael. And then there was something that looked like--but couldn't be--Gorilla & Fudge.

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