Being there with him. In Chile. We were preparing for the fishing trip of a lifetime. On a boat, floating down the river. While we were getting provisions together he began explaining to me that writing a story about a Chilean fishing trip isn’t really about a Chilean fishing trip. You tell a story through a story. Not an allegory per se. Although, then again maybe thats what he meant? I thought enough to know that something big was about to happen. But when I started thinking too hard I woke up. How’s that for an allegory?