■ A man named Victor knocked on my door the other day and I let him in.
“Your friend Glenn Ikemoto,” he said without preamble, “says you are the most infamous fisherman on Kauai, and quite possibly the whole state.”
“I don’t have any friends named Glenn Ikemoto,” I replied.
He frowned. “Well, that explains that,” he said mysteriously. “In any case, I’m here to—”
“However,” I cut in, “I suppose I am the most famous fisherman in the state, even though most people have never heard of me.”
“Ahhh, yesssss … well, I’m here to—”
“What brings you here?”
“Yes. Well, I’m here to interview you for a magazine article.”
“I’m sorry, I’m a Catholic.”
“What?”
“I said, ‘I’m a—’ ”
“Yes, yes, I know what you said! What…