Sharing stories today with the widow of a
man who was a cranky old bastard I had to deal with a lot at work. He was an iconic outdoors writer here. He would call me once a week to chew over the issues. I'd visit in person with him whenever I was in his neck of the woods. He was like a cool old uncle to me. Miss those calls. Miss my flycasting lessons. Miss you, Shep.
|