I was in a nice little bookstore in Charlottesville, Virginia called the Blue Whale the other day. They specialize in used books. I came across a book on fishing the Blue Ridge mountains that caught my interest. I opened it to the copyright page and saw it was a bit dated to use as a fishing reference. What also caught my eye was the handwritten note in the front of the book. From Christmas 2002, a daughter named Virginia wrote…
It all started when a coworker asked my advice on what type of fishing outfit she should buy. Oceana had fished in China when she was much younger and thought she’d like to try catching some good old ‘merican fish. She had purchased a rod-reel combo online an wasn’t happy that it was a one-piece rod. She heard that I liked to fish, which is how she ended up in the doorway to my office. I suggested she return her online…
“Well the truth about a mirror, is that a damn old mirror… don’t really tell the whole truth. It don’t show what’s deep inside. Or read between the lines. And it’s really no reflection of my youth….” (George Strait, “Troubadour”) Everyone has a story and it is difficult to guess what that story is when all you see is what is reflected on the outside. I can only imagine the difference between how I see myself and how the younger people at work see me. Maybe…