“Excuse me,” the woman said, coming up out of nowhere and addressing my 18-year-old son, Mark, as I knelt beside him on the edge of the river removing a large fish hook from the ankle-cuff of his waders. “Did you know that there was a fly stuck to you while you were fishing?”
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