I had another weird dream last night. This time I was going fishing with my brother “Bert”. I don’t usually write about “Bert” considering the dude rarely returns my emails or phone calls. That aside, the dream consisted of me landing a ginormous Coho Salmon with, you guessed it, the Popeil Pocket fisherman. When we were little Mom bought us one and “Bert” fancied himself the super angler. The only problem was it was a piece of shiite. Casting was virtually impossible. Invariably the line would bird nest inside the contraption forcing you to spend most of your time untangling the line. BTW, “Bert” was not happy in my dream, that should have been his Coho. Here’s a pic of the version we had.