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Catch And Release

Ah, if the ice would just break…

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Fly fishing…. it’s been the backbone of my family for many generations. But unlike many fishermen who were reared in the 1950’s, I was taught from an early age the concept of catch and release. Simply put, it is fishing for sport and not for the meat.

That is not to say there’s anything inherently wrong with the catch and kill approach to fishing. There is certainly room for that aspect of fishing as well with some limitations. I’m pretty sure the Native-Americans of the 1700’s and 1800’s weren’t fishing just for sport. However, as the decades have passed, we have learned that nothing is forever and that includes healthy fish populations as well. Fish hatcheries alone can not reclaim healthy fisheries. We all need to do a little of our own share as well. It is largely a question of balance. When I lived in Oregon for example, I…

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Leap Year

Yep, tomorrow is February 29 and that means another leap year. The leap year is a mathematical invention to correct the incremental inaccuracy of the Julian Calendar. That whole 365 days a year thing just doesn’t prove out over the longer term so the calendar needed a little tweaking. Applying some further pretzel logic to the whole idea, here are some things to consider for tomorrow:

  • If you’re turning 40 tomorrow, you’ll actually be only ten years old. Your pants are too long.
  • If you’ll be married 40 years tomorrow, you’ll only be married for ten years. There’s still hope.
  • If you were sentenced to 40 years in prison 40 years ago, you should have gotten out 30 years ago.
  • You can sleep in tomorrow and you won’t really miss a thing.
  • If your one year CD matures tomorrow, better check with your bank. They may extend your one year term for another four years.
  • You can cancel all of your appointments tomorrow without guilt. No one will remember next year.
  • Leap year works like withholding tax, You need to wait forever to get it back,
  • You lost six hours in each of the last 4 years so don’t panic: It’s party time!

In the end, it’s just another day. Enjoy it and know you may have bagged a bargain.

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The Times Are Spaced By Glacial Drifts

Reaching back to 1974:

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A long, long time ago I was a budding poet in Southern California. I managed to turn my talents as a bard into a living writing songs in the 1970s. On the eve of my transition into song writing, I wrote a few last serious poems as sort of an epilogue to my past efforts. One of these was a poem entitled The Times Are Spaced By Glacial Drifts. Years later I decided to include this in a published anthology of my poetry titled Prescriptions from the Rhyme Doctor (Amazon.com) I am featuring this bit of poetry from the past in this week’s post as sort of an homage to all of us from the 1960s and 1970s who struggled to keep our craft alive. It was a hard task indeed.

The Times Are Spaced By Glacial Drifts
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There’s a surging in my gut
And…

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Valley Cowboys?

Surf’s Up!

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The following article was originally written for the online site Surf Crazy in an effort to define and defend what Valley Cowboys were in the surfing world of the 1960s. It is being reprinted here for the general public.

In the 1960s there were indeed many of us from the San Fernando Valley in the water at any given time. We embraced the sport as boldly as those who lived on the beach. Yes, we were envious of our beach friends even to the point where many of us later moved to the beach. I lived for a short while in El Portal near Manhattan, California and later in Santa Barbara just to be closer to the ocean. Most of us fit in quite well because we were great surfers and good sportsmen. There were definitely rivalries between coastal and valley surf clubs but nothing nasty that I can remember…

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Lunedi Senza Parole #36

Indovina dove! Guess where!
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Now That’s A Corker

After 3 years we are still looking for another bottle.

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We have a large demijohn (damigiana) bottle made for bulk wine that sits in our dining room. It’s size is that of about 100 liters. I bought it as a lark while visiting the town of Malcesine on Italy’s Lake Garda. Years ago in our home in Italy, I started filling it with corks from various bottles of wine that graced our table. When we moved back to the United States in 2010, the giant bottle came with us. It’s been like a family member for years. However, it has reached retirement age. This year was its last in terms of housing my used corks as it is now completely full. How many corks are in there? At full capacity, there are 2,250 corks from all varieties of wine.

People who come to dinner at our house often stare at this giant bottle and then at the corks inside. Their query…

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Good Ole Boys Like Me

Good Ole Boys Like Me is a song written by Bob McDill and recorded by American country music artist Don Williams and released in March, 1980. Don Williams, a colossal country music talent, passed away on September 8, 2017. He will be greatly missed by songwriters like me. He combined a soulful voice with a reflective attitude that inspired a lot of country song writers and singers.

This song has some really great lyrics full of vivid imagery and allusions to people that most folks who were born in the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s would know. Millennials? Probably not! Pay particular attention to the references to Uncle Remus, Stonewall Jackson, Hank and Tennessee Williams, Cape Jasmine, Thomas Wolfe, John R., The Wolfman and the Six O’clock News. These evoke an era from a time gone by when Tennessee Williams and Wolfman Jack were commonplace in the fabric and vocabulary of American life.

Here is the recording with the lyrics:

Can you identify with this song’s lyrics or do you have your own story to share? Let me know.

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I Remember When

I still remember when…

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Being a semi-geezer, I often notice the juxtapositions in my life perhaps a little more than my younger friends. In true geezer form, I hear myself more and more starting sentences with, “I remember when….”

Well, actually I do remember when a lot of things were around that have disappeared over the years or are completely different now from what I remember. Therefore, I put before you what I choose to call the dirty dozen of what I remember when:

1. I remember when milk was delivered to your door and was ordered by inserting a rotary tab device into an empty bottle to indicate what you wanted on the next delivery. It was simple and effective and no app was required.

2. I remember when gas was 19 cents a gallon. When it got up to 25 cents, I was sure I was going to go broke…

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A Good Friend Is Stronger Than A Bad Wine

Have a good trip back over David!

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We live in Italy. We live in the world of wine. Here wine flows like water; it is our liquid “daily bread” and we imbibe in it freely. It’s what we do!

While we have thousands of good wines here, good friends are much harder to come by. Why? First of all, we are Americans and we will always be somewhat outsiders here. That’s not to say we don’t have many friends here. We have many true, wonderful friends in our alpine valley. However friendships hereabouts are harder to acquire and once made friendships here are rarely tested. They simply exist unchallenged. Language and culture also often curb the strength of friendships here.

As with all things, there are exceptions. We have been friends with another American here for over 12 years. I would say we have become very good friends. However we are very different. He’s a liberal, we’re…

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Lunedi Senza Parole #35

Indovina dove! Guess where!
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