I Can't Remember A Time

It's That Enthusiasm, That Passion For What You're Doing, That Is Most Important.

Often I Have Been Exhausted On Trout Streams, Uncomfortable, Wet, Cold, Briar Scarred, Sunburned, Mosquito Bitten, But Never, With A Fly Rod In My Hand Have I Been Less Than In A Place That Was Less Than Beautiful.

The Reality Of Any Place Is What Its People Remember Of It.

I Remember Being In The Public Library And My Jaw Just Aching As I Looked Around At All Those Books I Wanted To Read. There Just Wasn't Time Enough To Read Everything I Wanted To Read.

The Sparrows Are Preparing For Winter, Each One Dressed In A Plain Brown Coat And Singing A Cheerful Song.