The fisherman grabs his Thermos and lunchbox, heads down the hill where sleepy- eyed men emerge from their trucks and mumble greetings to one another and slip, sleek as seals, into powerboats whose motors, once pulled and chugged into life, will take them to the fishing boats bobbing offshore. Just before heading for open water, the fisherman looks…
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