“Well, I suppose we could let it snow and go out to explore the world.”
Why not? I gathered we’d do some bar hopping and cruise the parks, like any other coked up New York couple on a Sunday afternoon.
To my surprise, she said, “Do you fish?”
Did I fish? I had a wealth of B.A.S.S. (Bass Angler’s Sportsman’s Society) T-shirts I hadn’t had an occasion to wear for at least a couple of years.
“But it’s two o’clock in the afternoon. Any fisherman with half a brain will tell you there is no such thing as fishing except very early in the morning or after the sun goes down.”
She looked surprised at my seriousness.
“Just a thought, I didn’t know you were some die-hard fisherman. I just thought it might be, you know, fun. I haven’t been fishing since I was a kid.”
I tried to imagine her as a
