Month: July 2020

Fishing With the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

My experiences as a fisherman have all been lacking in excitement. And that’s fine with me. I have no desire to actually catch a fish; although, I do enjoy sitting in the shade by a peaceful lake with a fishing pole in one hand and a good beer in the other.

If any fish come to pay a call I just say, “No thanks, I’m a vegan.”

For those horrified that I might actually harm an innocent fish, please don’t fret. It seems one needs a hook and bait in order to land a fish. The pole alone isn’t sufficient to the task.

I do like songs about fishing, though. Well, one song anyway. I was out driving around this afternoon, listening to the Garth Brooks channel on SiriusXM, when my favorite Nitty Gritty Dirt Band song was played. The song, “Fishing in the Dark,” might not even be about fishing. Wink, wink. I have a feeling it’s a little tongue in cheek, and that makes me love it even more.

Peace, people!

A New Month; Oh Joy.

July 1st! Or as I like to call it, “another day in purgatory”; although, it’s been hotter than hell here in the Florida panhandle, so maybe I’ve skipped purgatory and just don’t know it yet.

Masks are mandatory here in Gadsden and Leon counties, yet the mandate doesn’t seem to be consistently enforced. I feel for business owners and mangers who are tasked with policing their own customers. Many can’t, or won’t, do it.

I’m certainly not going to confront a maskless person. That’s liable to get one shot in these parts. I do give great dirty looks—but I’m afraid the effect is lost since all the offenders can see are my eyes. I am good at squinting though.

Close approximation of my squinty eyed look.

Peace, people!