Recent email to friend circa August 28, 2009 genre:Say, wouldn't it be cool if one day we were old men sitting on a quiet glassy still pond in a canoe just across the Canadian border in mid October quietly fishing with a small ice chest full of cold beverages? The temperature was in the high 50's and not an ounce of humidity (even though we were on the water). And wouldn't it be even cooler if about a hundred yards away there was a place to make a small fire to cook the morning's catch over? Oh & look! I just happen to have in my possession a backpack overflowing with fresh lemon wedges, chopped fennel, Sicilian sea salt (say that 10 times as fast as you can!), ground black & white pepper, smoked paprika, & the best olive oil money can buy! The sound of a hawk resonates in the background from just around the bend. We're both sporting heavy long sleeve flannel with hats & vests. We didn't shave or shower that morning. Then, you quietly reach inside your backpack, smile, & open your light as a feather paper thin Mac Book. Oh & look...the Dodger post season NLCS game has just started in crystal clear high fi! Wow! Heaven on earth! Wooden shoe agree?
Friend's response: And you were doing so well (Brave's fan).
Sigh...wait'll next year Dodger fans. :0(
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