It was a lazy day. A little after lunch, I forced myself to knuckle down and go through one of the online training courses my uncle had put on my plate. I knew most of it from working for him at his plumbing business officially for the last couple of years, and unofficially for quite a bit before that. He knew that I had it down, but I needed to complete the courses anyway to prove to anybody else that I did. It was the o...

My neighbor was in especially high spirits as we sat in his front room loading up his new tackle box. His two new rod and reel combos were put away in the closet, ready to go when the time came. He had all the essentials and some carefully picked lures already tucked away in their compartments, and only one package remained. Mr. Abbot tore open the top, and took a theatrical sniff of the plastic worms inside. “That’s it r...