I Think The Feature Reporter

It Was Cold Out There, Bitter, Biting, Cutting, Piercing, Hyperborean, Marmoreal Cold, And There Were All These Minnesotans Running Around Outdoors, Happy As Lambs In The Spring.

I Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life Looking For The Perfect Barbecue. There Is No Point In Looking In Places Like Texas, Where They Put Some Kind Of Ketchup On Beef And Call It Barbecue. Barbecue Is Pork, Which Narrows The Search To The South, And If It's Really Good Pork Barbecue You Are Looking For, To North Carolina.

It's Best To Leap Into Something You Know You Love. You Might Change Your Mind Later, But That Is The Privilege Of Youth.

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.

A Country So Rich That It Can Send People To The Moon Still Has Hundreds Of Thousands Of Its Citizens Who Can't Read. That's Terribly Troubling To Me.