and usher in the new.
The rush of fishing season is over. Now any fishing done around around here is done after a spot of travel to another place. The chair has moved outside. I really do want to change this into something new. It has major structural issues that I need help with tho'. Maybe on one of my long weekends I can take a whack at it. In the meantime ... we'll pretend it is summer, that there are no mosquitos, that I'm sitting on the unscreened cabin porch ... and sipping my coffee with a good book.