Gone Fishing

I'll be back just as soon as I've ingested my body weight in Wellfleet oysters.

Gone Fishing, New England Edition

Gone fishing. Or rather, to haul lobster pots. Or rather, to eat the lobsters that somebody else has hauled. Back in a flash. Good god, I hope the Pirates are out of this tailspin by the time I get back to the Burgh. See yinz.