Ding! Ding! Ding!--'Cuse me guys, I've got an appointment with a fish...
The dawn patrol has their lines in the water early--and little brass bells dangle from the poles, signaling every tug on the bait with a ding-a-ling.
Seems like a great day--the perfect way to pass your retirement. Me--I'm not 'retired', "I"m in my prime." The "marine salvage consultant" business has been keeping me busy. In fact, I still haven't bought my 2011 fishing license, which is a big mistake. Even if I don't use the thing until late in the year, there's no point in paying for 365 days but the paper only lives in your wallet for four months. What a waste. A right unexerccised is still a right, right?
Like free expression, unexpressed. The concealed weapon worn as a decorative lapel pin. Privacy triumphed on my Facebook page. I may not be fishing (yet), but I'm a card-carrying angler! Hell, I may even win the lottery for a cougar tag!