My brother Larry and I are going for our annual “pretending to fish” tour of Cape Cod. I will be blogging from the road when I get a chance. Of course, it looks like rain.

We go fishing on a nearly desolate beach on the south west corner of the cape. It’s only us, sand, the sea, and some topless sunbathers.

Larry has been inventing fishing lures out of old parts, chunks of wood, and anything odd that he has kicking around. I don’t want to catch the thing that might bite on one of Larry’s hooks.