Image: Lost rivers of Manhattan (via Urbablurb)One day I was curious enough to try my hand at fishing. I had an old-fashioned dropline and baited a hook with a piece of sperm-candle. I jiggled the hook for about five minutes and then felt a teasing nibble. Deep in the basement of an ancient tenement on Second Avenue in the heart of midtown New York City, I was fishing.
1 comment:
Sounds like the opening of a horror film. I guess for gotham dwellers who've been losing their salmon eggs from the refrigerator this could provide a sort of explanation.
Post a Comment