Another one of our children left for college for the first time this past weekend. You’d think by the third time that college drop-off would get easier. In a way, it does. But, for the most part, it doesn’t. For a parent, drop off is a mixed bag. You’re happy that your children are happy.
A funny thing happened to me at the river today. I awoke at 3:30 am for a two-hour drive that would put my on the water at sunrise at a favorite spot. It’s small-bug season, and it’s one of my favorite times of the year to fly fish. Delicate presentations, small flies, and light lines
Some things cannot be explained. They can be mentioned, but they cannot be communicated in a way so that the other person understands. Take yesterday. I awoke at 2 am, left the house before 3 am, fished 14 hours, drove a total of 4.5 hours, and pulled into the garage at 9:30 pm, tired but
On Friday morning, I was on a Zoom call with members of my parish men’s group. We used to meet every other week. We now convene electronically each Friday. Some of us are crazy-busy. Others, not so much. Many are in-between. We all agreed, however, that this was a Lent we would never forget. In
In a way, Saturday was business as usual. I met up with one of my fly-fishing buddies, and we hit a river in western Massachusetts. But, we also made sure to keep at least six feet away from each other. And, we talked about COVID-19, and our concerns for our parents. In a way, it
One of Mrs. T.’s uncles hunts. On Thanksgiving, he gifted me with some birds that he had shot. He knows I’m a fly angler and fly tier. I never skinned a bird until today. But, it is amazing what you can find on the Internet. So, after storing the birds for a few weeks in