They got off the ferry, Kathleen and Kate, bearing gifts from far away and bringing excellent weather. We ran into Ricky (for you Missourians, he is my Block Island Bear, right down to dentation issues) at the grocery store while making last minute purchases, and he came on back to dinner. While we ate cow, he spoke fluently and at length on his favorite subject: fish. He has caught 51 stripers so far this spring—more than ever before. "I go fishing. It's my therapy; it's my good thing, it's my circle," he says. "That's my spot, to be where I can be me. A good fisherman."
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Yes but does he still dream of the one that got away?
I wasn't aware they had fish in da Bronx.
Isn't it wonderful to know what "your good thing is"? just keep me in the circle with a paint brush in my hand etc....fishing,almost anything near good water
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