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If You, My Love, Were My Father, and if He Was an Angler By David Harris Ebenbach You'd teach me that parking is a form of fly-fishing: Here, you'd say.  Hold the steering wheel more lightly. Preparedness is about sitting back so that the fish won't feel your fear - the fear that you'll never catch anything again - in the line.  Of course they can feel that. and know that most tugs are nothing but openings for fire hydrants, yellow curbs. Touch the steering wheel only enough to reassure yourself. Forget which is the seat, and which is your back. It's never you that bites, you'd tell me. It's always the fish.

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