Well, they did not take the bait, and I never made it to the memorial of the great literary shark, Hunter. Perhaps it was because I wasn't his chum, or that my line (about his spirit being found in many a ULA'er) wasn't strong enough, or perhaps the idea just sank to the bottom of this cyber-ocean and I can't carry on this stupid fishing metaphor any longer, but thanks for the post and the poem.

At least I got a picture up, so we can all see HST making an ash of himself one last time. Now, I must be gone (zoed).