Archives for May 8, 2009

The First Fishing Opener

His face wore a blank expression, but you could tell he was hiding disdain. He was looking down on us both figuratively and literally. He looked down because he sat on a swivel chair that rode atop a metal stem inserted in the tall open deck of his Lund fishing boat, the remote control for…

While I’m out on the lake catching dinner, I’d like you’all to make a list of possible country western song titles. The title of this post is an example. It happened to occur to me a little while ago while I was, well, looking for some vodka but instead found gin. What an unexpected taste…