In the time it takes our planet to complete an orbit around its sun, my friend Mike Sepelak goes fishing at least fifty-two times. More often if possible, but he’s set the bar at an average of once a week. I met Mike through his writing on a blog called Mike’s Gone Fishin’ Again, and, with a title like that, my only surprise about the frequency of his fishing was that he didn’t fish more.
It's about time
Father Time is a heartless scoundrel who steals with impunity, and we carelessly neglect to lock our doors
by Tim Schulz - Tuesday, Aug 23rd, 2022
Photo: Mark Coleman
