posted on: June 5th, 2009
Across from the dog park that Maggi & I frequent there is a sports field. On any given day there is some small sporting war being waged; soccer, rugby, lacrosse, teenagers playing hide the tongue…. Yesterday as I sat on my bench in the sun watching Mags sniff copious amounts of dog urine there were a couple of dozen people fly fishing on the grass. It’s obviously to perfect their technique, which I get, but it looks so strange. There are so many of them acting as though it is so perfectly normal that they make the small boy flying the red kite on the other side of the field look out of place.
