Don’t let ‘em hook you

Who are you on the Internet? Advertisers know us all. Except a company in Idaho thinks I like to fish. They keep trying to sell me fly rods. Should I bite? Maybe just nibble? It’s a way to derail the information-collectors. Let ‘em think I f ish. I don’t. Not that every time I find an earthworm I don’t think of my grandmother. When she and I happened to unearth worms, we’d quit working and go…