Beside the creek in the late afternoon,
I was plotting the structure of the Ocatillo Files.
Kathy and Yves were wading in the water down stream with fishing poles.
Willie the dog was in the water with them,
so I didn't think their chances of catching anything were too likely.

"At that moment, we were looking for worms not fishing," Yves said
that evening when he figured out the bug in my UNIX shell scripts.

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