Every year around this time, Wick disappears for about a month to go fly-fishing at some super-secret, ultra-exclusive camp somewhere in upstate New York. Think Augusta National, only with fishing poles instead of golf clubs. If Martha Burk knew what Wick did every spring, and where he did it, she’d show up with a bullhorn and let him know just how distasteful she thinks it is.
All of which I provide as background so you’ll understand why I was so shocked to see this morning that Wick took time away from the trout to type this op-ed for the Morning News about why you should vote “yes” this Saturday on Prop 1 (which, again, to be clear, means to cast a vote against the convention hotel). I will say this about Wick’s piece: if he casts his line as well as he casts his argument against the hotel, then surely the rivers of the Empire State will soon need restocking.
(Hey. You gonna begrudge a man a little brown nosing during these tough economic times?)
