Recently, while gathered with some
friends, the “what would we do if money was no object” hypothetical was
proposed while I worked feverishly to keep the small fire in our chiminea from
erupting into a five alarm blaze. I casually responded, “I don’t know, probably
what I am doing already.” The guffaw from my wife was almost instantaneous, “You’d
be running or fly fishing, and I would see you for about half an hour a day.”
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| Knee-deep in Irondequoit Creek |
