Day in the Life of an Idiot

Took my younger brother camping through N. Minnesota back when he was still in middle school and I in a job with paid vacation time. Rented a boat and went out fishing a couple of times, because he liked it, though I had no clue where to fish, and we didn't catch anything.

Some years later, I told him I'd gone trout fishing in Nevada during a pottery workshop. "Oh yeah?" he asked, "What book were you reading?"

Frank