At first I thought I'd come upon some sort of urban fishing experiment. I was in an alley off Grant Street, walking toward the Irish Bank, when I saw two men in suits flinging fishing rods and casting their lines. I guess they were just practicing for the real thing. They were so absorbed that I didn't want to interrupt them. Also, I didn't want to venture too close, as I've always had a deep fear of fishing poles. In a past life, I must've had an eyeball yanked out by a hook. Or jeez, maybe I was even a salmon. That would explain why I am always swimming against the current in the... More >>>