The Beginning and the End.
Dear Readers: When I was a child I loved going fishing with my Dad, Grandpa, and big brother on Little Salk Lake in northern Minnesota. I remember sitting in the boat, drifting in a breeze that ruffled the water, with my bamboo pole slung over the side, my bobber floating above some poor, submerged, waterlogged angle worm tethered to the hook. Then I grew … More The Beginning and the End.