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Wet Shoes
I grew up fishing in wet tennis shoes. In my family, there were no waders, aqua socks, or water sandals. I fished in the same shoes I wore to school
I knew it was a good idea
This past weekend was a project weekend. I fixed a cabinet drawer, a broken hinge, a garden fence, and a shower door. Keenly aware that the shower-door-roller-accessory manufacturer had never
A Hug From The Mailman
Yesterday, the mailman gave me a hug. I have known Art for 8 years. We’ve shaken hands, given high fives, pounded knuckles; this was our first hug. Everyday he delivers
A Sad Day, Part II
A few weeks ago, my Grandpa Barnes died. He was 99 years old. I am sad. But, I am blessed. All of my grandparents shared in shaping me into the
18…the big one-eight
I used to joke that when someone turned 18, the best privilege was that they were able to buy lottery tickets. Now, I realize there is much more going on.
A Sad Day
Last weekend, I was asked to take down the “Thomas table” from my son’s room. When he was 4, I built him a table that was hinged to the wall
What a Gift
For Father’s Day, I received a great gift from my son, Fischer. He made me a wallet out of duct tape. It had 5 slots for my cards and money.
Out in the field
“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.” – Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It For the next 5 days, I will be spending
My last 4 downloads from iTunes
“Tune Out” by The Format “London Rain” by We The Living “Irish Blood, English Heart” by Morrissey “Bleeding Love” by Leona Lewis All are solid. Get ’em.
