"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Wednesday, December 07, 2016
Flyover Country- Who Knew?
Reading the WSJ, I was startled to encounter two old friends in an unusual context. The relevant passage:
I called Russsell, who is in California and recovering from a shoulder operation ( casting lead- core steelhead lines in deep water for 60 years has got to have SOME effect!) and he was as bemused as I was.