Grandma! I caught a fish and it was thiiiiiiiis big!

A couple of months ago, I kept the blogging sparse in Survival and told you I was gone fishin’ — burrowed into a story that was consuming my energy and covering my desk with photos and papers.

If you’ll let Survival serve as my refrigerator for a moment, Grandma’s getting out the magnets and hanging this story, a profile of a guy named George Gorton. It ran this morning with a second part to come tomorrow, and it’s the story I’ve been working on for a few months with my incredible colleague Andrew Donohue.

Self-horn-tooting over.


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