This will be our fourth year since we started trying to travel to each state to catch a fish, with 27 states completed. That’s a pretty good pace, but now I’m mostly retired, so maybe we can pick things up. I’d like to say there’s no pandemic in the way, but we’re in the midst of the Omicron resurgence, and flights are getting canceled to everyplace. Kris and I are inoculated of course, and the messages from the implanted computer chips say that it’s ok to travel if you can just find a plane. Plus I just ordered a new supply of N95 masks, just like the chip told me.
Officially I’m now of counsel, which means different things to different lawyers, but for me means I no longer get paid unless I actually work, and I’m only obligated to work if somebody needs my special expertise. Since I plan for my special expertise over the next year to involve a good bit of fishing, I’ll be happy to get paid for that. Or not.
Meanwhile, assuming that our flight doesn’t get canceled because the pilot has Covid, we’re making our second trip to Hawaii for bonefish this week. It’s our second trip because I failed to catch fish in Hawaii the first time. This time we’ll go to Molokai and Kauai, and both islands have promised me that I’ll catch fish, really, and I believed them.
Sucker.
