Tracing my steps from pool to pool, I head back to the car. The path back to the road is barely discernible in the shadows of the evening. No moon yet, I point my rod behind me to not snap it on some tree. The car is dark. Bulla is still on the stream. I…
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Books
I have weaned myself from books several times in my life. At 17, I left home for a year and then went in the service. In my time away, everything from my childhood disappeared when my parents left the family home for simpler quarters. (I am not sure what was going on in their…