I learned to fish from my dad. I ve learned the skill of patience in knowing the exact moment to reel. My mom the quintessential station wagon driver metamorphosed into the biggest shit-talker of them all. Chuck fishes like a girl. Sometimes you have to whack the fish on the head, and an occasional brawl is commonplace.
People get seasick and vomit, and no one looks pretty.
I was only in New Jersey, but I felt a million miles away from CBS, and it was just what I needed. I caught three fish that day, which are now in my freezer awaiting a date with my barbeque grill. There were more family jokes in the car ride home. Especially if you happen to be an innocent bystander trapped in the backseat. Many of us, especially the internationally students I imagine, miss our families and loved ones while we live in the vacuum known as b-school.