Fishing...

Seemed like a good day to go fishing. The weather calls for a hard freeze tonight; so my gardens will probably take a hit. Gardening is on the back burner until the damage is done and I have to clean out the tender ones who get frost-bitten. Since the sun is shiny bright and the temperature is just right, the river calls to me. Fresh trout on the BBQ sounds about right. Looks like I have company floating down the river. there's enough fish for all...enough sun...we all exchange halloos and "How are they biting?" We discuss bait and flies; then someone mentions they were in this very place on 9/11/2001. We all tell where we were that day...those 104 minutes of terror and confusion away off east of where we are. We each remember. We then go off to our own separate peace. A good day on the river....and we remember.