- Well, after two years on his high-school bass fishing team, several hundred training trips to a local lake to learn boat handling and casting, several dozen fishing tournaments, most of which included at least one night in a hotel, Boo finally caught a fish. Too small to keep and bring to a weigh-in, but hey, fish.
- We stayed at the lodge at a nearby state park for this tournament. Even there, Kentucky people couldn’t get away from basketball. I didn’t need to turn on the television to know how things were going due to the exuberance of the rest of the folks staying there.
- We seem to have finally come to real spring here in IndiUcky. All of the trees are in full bloom and trying to choke me out.
- When the line to get into the ladies room at a Buccees is 30 deep, you know things have well and truly gone sideways.
- Boo and I listened to the first part of J.D. Vance’s Hillbilly Elegy on our way back from the lake. You change the early to mid 1990’s to the early 1980’s and change Ohio/Kentucky to North Dakota, and I’m seeing a lot of parallels here.
- I mentioned to my youngest son that there’s a better than even chance that Mr. Vance might be on the ballot on his first ever presidential vote in 2028, and suddenly felt a bit old.
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Posted by daddybear71 on March 23, 2025
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