It's 1:30am, and though I've been out dancing and socializing all night there is dark work yet to do. The squid are running, and Gabe and I have added a few layers of warm clothing and are making the walk past grain silos and industrial complexes out to Pier 86 in an attempt to get a few. Ahead we can see the lights of the pier, and already we can make out 6-8 people rhythmically lifting and dropping the tips of their long fishing rods. It's cold, it's late, and yet here