

I am sitting in front of a fire tonight. The firepit on my deck. If I can't be on a riverbank tonight it sure does feel good to at least stare into a flame for a bit in silence. Those are the best parts of a fishing trip. Sure a picture like this could bring back memories, but even if ther wasn't the fish of a lifetime caught, there is usually a conversation with a friend that is lifechanging everytime.
I have the house to myself save for my two sleeping beauty pre-schoolers. They are so cool. But I should have planned ahead and invited Scott over or something. I hardly ever plan ahead for hanging with a dude for no real reason other than to chew the breezy fat. And it's not like I can call a 30-something hotshot in the pearl district away from Saturday Night Fever in PDX.
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