When I first moved to New Orleans as a (very) young man in the mid-1960s, I just knew that I was a fishing hot dog. I thought I knew all there was to know about catching bass, bream, white perch and catfish and thats where the fishing world ended.
While I was expounding on the virtues of these freshwater fish during a break in a sales meeting, I noticed a kind-hearted co-worker, Grant Popsy Rodriguez, watching me in bemusement. Over lunch after the meeting, he pulled me down to earth and explained the fishing facts of life, a la New Orleans, to me.
May 01, 2012 at 7:00am