I'm still on the water today, sort of. Here's a piece of the city that many frequent, but not me. Big kids. Little kids. Moms and Dads. Just plain drifters. Come to the end of this wharf mid-days and after, and there's always a pretty good crowd here. But not me. Never got into the fine art of putting a worm on a hook and spending hours fighting off bugs and enduring inclement weather. I remember once we were headed here. Leo got the idea that going fishing on our bikes would be a fine way to spend a summer day. So a bunch of us got some gear together (we'd get some bait on the wharf), figured out the easiest way to get there on bikes, didn't tell our parents and we were off. As I remember, we got as far as the Baxter Boulevard, got sidetracked trying our luck in the bay and never quite made it to Commercial Street. I wasn't too excited about the prospect of droppin' a line anyway, but as always the bike adventure was fun. My grandfather took me fishing once too. No luck there, but the rain added another element. Fun time. My only real luck came a couple of times fishing for sunfish on Forest Lake. Caught a couple. No big deal. That it my entire fishing experience. It's over. I'm done. Hope these guys have fun though.