So an acquaintance and I are fishing the river. Snagging huge flathead catfish actually and I’m walking along the concrete walkway that borders the river. See some foil, look around and fantasize about what could be in it. I slowly unfold it and nothing. But now I am determined to look at every piece of trash that blows by. Pathetic. My buddy’s like wtf are you doin’? I told him it’s what an addict like me does. Looking for magic in wadded up aluminum. Just had to get this off my chest.