This place has been my home. I learned almost everything I know about fly fishing from this site and the people who come here. FAOL has been teacher, meetinghouse, shelter, and standup comedian each day I?ve visited. Because of FAOL, I?ve learned to tie flies. I?ve learned how to cast a line (not very well, I?ll admit) and build a rod. I?ve learned that women are welcome among fly fishers and that there are plenty of us among you. I?ve learned how to buy a reel, how to choose a fly, use knots. I?ve learned that congeniality is way more important than just being an expert. Gathering places develop a spirit of their own and FAOL?s got one heck of a spirit. It?s generous, smart, welcoming, practical, compassionate, and, for some reason, the feathers and fur just smell RIGHT here. Thanks, JC and LF, for creating all of this and keeping it going so long. Thanks to all of you for being family.
What I hope is that ANYONE who is interested in flyfishing and who stumbles upon this website feels welcome here? welcome to ask questions, tell us their stories, and talk about fly fishing until the cows come home and then some. That can happen if we respect each other and acknowledge that we?re all different and agree that that?s ok. FAOL members are blonde, women, Poles, Newfies, feminists, academics, rednecks, rich, poor, Asian, Black, conservative, radical, liberal, Jews, gay, straight, young, old, and on and on and on. Pretty much everyone who comes here understands that if we want kids to feel welcome here, we don?t offend them or their parents. It shouldn?t be a big stretch to go from that to realizing that if we want all types of people to come here to talk about fly fishing, we should try not to offend them. That seems inclusive to me. I don?t know what politically correct means. But I do know what inclusive means. And I know the opposite of it is exclusive, as in to exclude. The only people I want to feel excluded from FAOL are the people who don?t treat the rest of us with respect.
Diane
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming-WOW—What A Ride!