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Last Fishable Day

Last Fishable Day

As I approach my 49th birthday in February, I’m pretty certain that I’m past the halfway the point of my life. Even if I’m not run over by a bus, killed by some woman’s jealous husband, or burned in a freak kiln accident, basic actuarial tables tell me that there’s a pretty good chance I’ve got about 30 trips around the sun until I’m worm food.