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I enjoy the sport of fishing, but I’m not much of a fisherman. It’s my lack of patience that makes it tough. I love all the perks that go with fishing—the water, the quiet surroundings, the casual conversation, the social aspect of the whole thing—but there’s not enough action. Waiting and waiting for a hit while the hook dangles in the water—it just gets to me. I know some guys cast well and adorn their lines with incredibly tempting lures, and they reel in and cause all kinds of action to attract the fish, but I just find no fun in that. I’m glad they do, and more power to them, but I just don’t have the appreciation for it.
I tried collecting things: Hot Wheels cars when I was little, stamps, rare coins, baseball hats. Those went the same route—too boring. Nothing really to it, you know?
Out Of Thin Air
People always tell me that I should write a book. They read one of my short stories and say, “Ronnie, when you retire, you must sit down and compose your novel.” It sounds good, very flattering, and I have tried it dozens of times, but I get bored trying to stay with it. Inevitably, I see a quick ending to what I’ve written so far, conclude it, and find I have written another short story.