Gone Fishin'

What else is there to do after you have opened up all your Christmas presents, eaten turkey until the elastic in your pants is like a wire belt and there are no more chocolates in the family sized selection jar that was supposed to be kept for visitors? That's right, go fishin. So armed with our rods, Henry, Arthur, Eddie, Matthew, Laval and me set forth to MKT pier wher most normal days the fish are jumping and came home with precisely nothing except some huge smiles and wind burn from the chilly wind and weak sun.