Dad didn't have much time after his day classes (and before his night sessions) in New Jersey, so he usually went to the same restaurant each night and studied while he waited on his food. One night however, he was so burnt-out that he stopped at the canal to go for a walk. He saw a fisherman fishing off the bridge, and thinking he finally saw someone he could talk to (most people around there were foreigners), he stopped to see how the fishing was going.
The man gave a very brief smile, gathered up his fishing gear quickly, and said, "I from Yugoslavia. I no catch much, but I have fun." He then walked away and left his worm box and other garbage on the bridge. Strange place, that New Jersey.
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