I was about 10, a bunch of us kids from P.S. 145 used
to go fishing in the crusty lake up in the Harlem end
of Central Park. We'd catch what we called sunnies, with
a net whose handle had snapped off, swishing it through
the cloudy water to snag one of the little round fish.
I brought three of them home one time and fried them up.
They weren't a very tasty snack. But I wasn't much of
lakes in city parks aren't scummy anymore, and on sunny
afternoons there are anglers flinging their lines into
the waters, pulling out largemouth bass along with cast-off