If ever there was a phrase that described me best it would have to be one I just ran across on Facebook. It read “Growing old is Mandatory ... growing up is optional.”

I was laughing so hard when I read it I lost my train of thought, which is already a short train. I ended up staring at the monitor for the next 10 minutes trying to remember what I was writing about. Ah yes, I remember now. I was ranting. Or venting. Or whatever you wish to call it. 

You know, to this day, almost every person that calls me from the Midwest wanting a guide trip asks me about the fish kill a few years back. Then, naturally, as hard as I try to avoid it, the questions about the river’s current status come up.