Because the bride of the Man of Constant Leisure has fled the 612.
This variety of loneliness sucks.
There's only one choice for the Man of Constant Leisure to do: get off his arse, say goodbye to Minnesota, and follow the wife across the continent.
What will this mean for readers of Gone Fishing?
Mainly, that come late October, the hot fishing reports won't come from the Mississippi River and various points north. They'll come from the San Francisco Municipal Pier.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
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