Take our last fishing trip together. George drove four hours to get to my house, arriving at about eight o'clock on Friday night. We should have shaken hands, said hello, and gone straight to bed. But we hadn't seen each other in a while, so we stayed up talking until 1 A.M. After an hour's sleep, we woke up and drove three hours to the stream in time for first light and the best fishing. There, we met Paulie, who'd woken up at 3 A.M. to meet us.