“I live in New York City, in downtown Manhattan, on the seventh floor of a 13-story apartment building. Two or three times a week, I wake up early, ride the elevator down to my lobby and say good morning to my doorman, in the custom of millions of city dwellers everywhere. But on the particular days I’m describing, my next move isn’t so familiar: I plant myself in the middle of West 12th Street and commence fly-casting.” Jon Gluck in the NYT: Fly Casting on City Streets Is Weird. That’s Why I Love It. (Jon, if you catch anything, do yourself a favor and throw it back…)