I’m not the fishing type. Sure, the idea of standing in running water in the mountains casting flies sounds wonderful. But I live in the city and like it. And I don’t like fish.
However, for the last week I’ve been obsessed with fly-fishing. My wife, daughter, and I spent a weekend in the Berkshires, and we’ve all been caught up in the idea of leaving the city and retiring to a rural area. At least I have. My wife is more partial to beaches. My daughter is three. She wants to be wherever she is. I’ve always been drawn to the imagined solitude of rural life: Farms, pastures, groves of trees, rivers, lakes, and fly-fishing. Yes, I’m hypomanic right now.