I read Ed Curtin’s latest offering the other day. I suggest reading it. It’s one of his more lyrical pieces, meandering between past and present, dreams, memories, and reality in such a way as to evoke a sense of wonder and, for me, a sense of peace. Something in short supply these days.

It may be because I’m an old guy now, living simply on a small retirement, who grew up in a small town and went fishing, like Ed, in the early mornings in an old leaky row boat to try and catch a few bluegills for breakfast.

In any case, I encourage anyone who stops by to go read his piece, as a true antidote to the stuff the MSM and their associated acolytes are pushing these days. Truly, a breath of fresh air.

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