When dawn breaks in Scotland, in just a few hours, I’d love to be somewhere on The River Clyde. Upstream with the trout and grayling or downstream with the salmon — I am not particular.
Instead, I’ll be in North Carolina grading papers and waiting for some antibiotics to chase away my sinus infection. But I’ll have my memories, imagination, and hope with me. No doubt I’ll find a way back to the Clyde soon.
The Literary Fly Fisher 
September 15, 2012 at 7:43 AM |
During my numerous visits, years ago, to the Glasgow area on business, I stayed at the Priory House in Largs, overlooking the Firth of Clyde. At the time, I had no idea…
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September 15, 2012 at 8:23 AM |
With “memories, imagination, and hope”…we are never in want. Hope you are feeling better soon, and that the stack of papers dwindles quickly…
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September 15, 2012 at 10:05 PM |
Well, maybe we should talk about a trip, Mike. I should really get back there before long to see a relative. And, Erin, thanks. The number of papers seems to be the same every time I check. So, I guess I’ll have to go ahead and grade them.
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September 17, 2012 at 7:50 AM |
Definitely need to get back. Let’s talk.
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