Fightin' the Saturday Sniffles
Well, it looks as if winter has settled in for a good long time and it feels like the chest cold I picked up will last until early spring too. One of the problems with illness is being so inert. There is only so much reading, playing through chess games, napping, tv sports, watching c-span and the parade of fools in Washington D.C., that a person can do. Then I spotted my Joan Wulff Fly-O in the corner of my gear room. Picture a guy early in the morning standing there in his pajamas, his hair reminiscent of the the Big Bang, practicing straight line casts, left and right curve and reach casts, loop size control, etc. Then I tried doing all that sitting down as if in a boat or canoe. OK, it wasn't fishing but it sure beat watching a repeat episode of "The Bucks of Tecomate".