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Give a man a fish, tomorrow, he's gonna want another fish. Teach a man to fish, tomorrow, he's standin' next to you on the dock catchin' your fish.


Like The Old Man and the Sea, it is prize game fish for me. You can keep your mullets, flatheads, blob fish, gropers, grey nurses, box jellyfish and the like. It's Great White Sharks, Toothy Babies or nothing for me!
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Priyanka Khot said…
he is so tiny in that big room...
26 March 2009 at 20:21
Baino said…
Well look out, he's got a lethal looking hammer!
26 March 2009 at 20:39
Marie Reed said…
Mullet always seem to taunt me! They are fish that like to flip and flop in the water when the tide is low.. but they are almost impossible to catch unless you have a big cast net... but that's cheating! My daddy-o used to take me fishing every weekend! I miss it:)
26 March 2009 at 21:52
Debbie Courson Smith said…
A great potential catch on the line, but reeling him in - was it easy?
27 March 2009 at 01:37
KL said…
Oh Man! Ez is looking so small in that vast room :-O!; he is very much looking like those expedition shows on TV - a human or a group going across the Gobi Desert or Taklamakan or across the Antarctica - very similar Ez is looking - small in a vast expanse.

What is those things that he is wearing in his hand? Boxing gloves :-D?
27 March 2009 at 09:30
yamini said…
I really really admire the way you celebrate Henry and Ezra's childhood. I have never seen a more proud father. Touchwood!!!!!

May God keep all of you blessed always.
27 March 2009 at 16:13
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, yet he never stops eating.
27 March 2009 at 18:23
Kris McCracken said…
Marie, mullet stink and have bad haircuts.
27 March 2009 at 18:24
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, it was like the book, an elongated, gruelling exertion, eventually futile!
27 March 2009 at 18:24
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he moves at a breakneck pace!

No boxing gloves, but he does have very large hands…
27 March 2009 at 18:26
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, one has to do something to pass the time.
27 March 2009 at 18:27
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, and he loves bashing things with it!
27 March 2009 at 18:27
yamini said…
Is that so??????
Here I was deriving so much meaning from it and you brushed it off, just like that!!!!!
27 March 2009 at 21:51
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, one has to at least appear cavalier.
30 March 2009 at 09:08
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