Rolf and I were lounging around the cabin of the Questar last night…drinking Kona coffee sent to me by the Woman I Love….and talking story. We got on the subject of fishermen and their endless superstitions. For instance…you never bring a suitcase on a fishing boat, or a house plant…and whatever you do …..never ever bring Bananas. Now Big Ron was a gentle, calm man. +6 foot tall and 275 lbs. He started commercial fishing when he was 16 years…he was over 50 when he worked with me…one of the most experienced and best watermen on the west coast. He would fly into a rage if he found a banana on the boat. It was bad luck…no one could say why..it just was…Sometimes a prankster in our radio group would hide a bunch of bananas on the Sierra…just to watch him explode. When he came upon the offending fruit he would howl like an enraged walrus. The prankster and his cohorts would watch the show from what they hoped was a safe distance….