November wind has a sound different from any other. It is easy to imagine the cave of the winds in some mythical Northland where the winds are born and the gods send them out to conquer the quiet air.

Father was the most unreconciled taxpayer I ever knew.

After all, catching something is purely a by-product of our fishing. It is the act of fishing that wipes away all grief, lightens all worry, dissolves fear and anxiety.

History records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town.

I love both the way a dog looks up to me and a cat condescends to me.

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

Pride may go before a fall, but jealousy goes before destruction.